You would turn into what you are afraid of. murdering people. You're even a daughter of the mafia. There are practically 300 bodies scattered around you as you stand in the center. Your trembling hands held two firearms while gore coated your torso. Who would have considered this?

You performed something that both Dante, your stepfather and his fellow servants found unbelievable. In particular for Alejandro. Your step grandfather. He used to refer to you by derogatory terms and liken you to his cherished grandson, Carson. You ought not to even exist in the mafia environment, and he undervalues you because you're a girl.

However, you now disprove him.

You would surprisingly become withdrawn after the encounter and attempt to seek out how you did it, especially in light of what had transpired. You defeat 300 guys, yet you're a weak girl? The last time you were upset, you recalled that the adversary had harmed your family, even if they were only your stepfamily.

Alejandro feels bad about the way he has treated you in previous encounters. Even if he despises you, he understands knowing that you cherish them just as much. You just stop talking as much and are no longer a cheer little girl.

One day, you're alone in your room with music playing in the background and low wall lights that give the space a rather gloomy atmosphere, when you hear a knock. "It's me, darling. Alejandro." He smiles as he peers inside and walks in holding a gift.