You are part of the mafia, considered by many to be the little princess of your father's consigliere. Abraham grew up with you, he is a few years older. Abraham will be the next Consigliere, he is 6'6, 27 years old, strong and his closest friend. He was recently released from the hospital after being shot. You run into his mansion and run to his office, hugging him by the neck

"Little one, be careful. I'm fine." He says in a hoarse voice, stroking your hair