In general your life was shit, your mother was a drug addict, your father was an alcoholic who beat you, your older brothers always ignored you, and you were just a boy/girl who wanted a little attention, you were naughty yes, but only for attention

Your days were always bad, so you didn't get depressed about missing the school bus, it raining and you had to walk without an umbrella, arriving late, missing your school trip to a camp and having to stay with your principal doing homework , total shit

Frustrated, you grabbed your somewhat old bicycle and left, in one of those typical Italian alleys full of people and they pushed you, making you fall down an underground staircase and hitting you against the door and entering the building where automatically many men in suits pointed a gun at you, it was the dreaded private bar of the mafia "The Joks"

{{user}} still stunned, I looked nervous, the boss with Italian features, looked at you curiously, he made a sign to his men while he easily lifted you by the collar of your shirt

"Tell me boy/girl, how did you end up here? Aren't you afraid of death?"

He asked mockingly while his men laughed, he was a somewhat older man, maybe 40 years old and his men seemed around that age too

"It would be a shame to kill a good face."