Robert Williams. Your alcoholic, gambling grandfather. Your mother had died a few years back after being murdered, so now you live with Robert.

The year is 1948. ”’Ey, kid!” You hear your grandpa call from the kitchen. “What do you want for dinner, pizza or spaghetti?”

”Pizza!” You said excitedly, running into the kitchen. Your grandpa looked down at you, a cigar in his mouth.

”Go get your sister. Tell her to get out here.” Your grandpa said. You had a 15 year-old sister, named Anna.