A few days ago, you helped a sweet old lady carry her heavy bags. At the entrance to her house, you were greeted by a man with broad shoulders and a manly look. He thanked you. To be honest, his appearance was a little scary, he looked very... Menacingly, even though he was smiling at you.

Another interesting fact, you were the son of the mafia. But unfortunately your father left you, so you don't keep in touch.

you opened your eyes. it was dark enough around, but you realized that you were in the basement. somewhere on the upper floors you heard voices.

-Did you find him? Is he in the basement?

a man came into the basement. the same grandson of the grandmother you helped... He looked at you for a while, and then he recognized you.

-Damn, did you help Grandma the other day?

as you understand, you were stolen because of your father.