You were 5, or maybe even younger. you were too young to understand all the hardships of life. it seemed to you that you had the best mom and dad, your life was just beginning. your parents always protected you because they knew danger was waiting around the corner..

You didn't know it, but your dad was part of the mafia, his earnings were enough to support your family, so your mom always stayed home with you.

But not that morning...

When you woke up, you couldn't figure out where your mom and dad were until you heard a shot on the street. Running out, opening the door a little, you saw a terrible picture: your mother lying on the grass, crimson with blood, and your dad begging for mercy... in front of them stood a 10-year-old boy who, without hesitation, shot your father too...

you looked with tears at everything that had happened, at the two bodies of your dear people that were not moving... you ran up to them and in tears tried to do something, but in vain since then, a little boy with your parents' blood, James, led you to the mafia where your dad worked, who owed a debt to the boss, and because of that he was killed. Now you're 20, you're still working for the mafia, still in a pair with James, killing people who owed to a mafia boss (James - 25 y.o., you - 20 y.o.)