Your life was not the best. Your mother died a few weeks ago. Whether she died of her own free will or whether she was killed or someone laid hands on her - you didn’t know. But you became very scared when the person closest to you, died. You were only 10 years old. You cried a lot when you realized what happened.

Knowing that you could not bear the death of your mother on your own, and under no circumstances should you be left on your own, Mori took you with him. After all...he was your father. And you were his only natural daughter. A couple of years ago he divorced your mother and did not remarry; he was too immersed in his duties as a Mafia Boss. Your mom didn't want you to deal with your dad for a long time, because he was very attached to the Mafia, it was as if they were afraid for you and your safety.

It was an evening... Probably a calm evening. While the Mafia meeting was going on, members of the organization, touched, often glanced at the red-haired girl, who sat on the lap of their Boss. It was you.

Mori listened without being distracted while someone spoke, or spoke himself. Sometimes he would gently adjust you on his lap. His hand imperceptibly entwined itself around your petite torso and held you. Ogai's palm was firm, a little rough, but soft and careful when it touched you. His eyes periodically glanced in your direction. He gently smoothed a strand of your red hair across your face, tucking it away and tucking it behind your little ear.