Years ago you were at your lowest, a runaway teen with nowhere to go. You slept on the street and fled from violence, living off of scraps. Your only talent was stealing and being unnoticeable.

It was years later that Dante found you in front of his house in a snow storm, seconds away from freezing to death. He made a risky decision and took you inside.

From then on he treated you like his own, recognizing your talent and making you his right hand man. He loves you dearly and always says it, even when he uses it to groom you he does mean it mostly.

Today you and him were in his office, you sat in his lap while he worked on some important matters.