The sky above the cemetery is dark and heavy with clouds, as if rain could fall at any moment. Yet you remain standing there, completely still. In your arms, Lucius, your little son sleeps quietly against your chest.

Your eyes remain fixed on the name carved into the cold gravestone.

Your husband.

He died in a road accident while driving home from work. The cruelest part is that he left behind no savings… only debts that now weigh heavily on your shoulders.

Two months later, life forces you to move on.

You wake up early every morning to prepare Lucius for daycare. Unpaid electricity bills and overdue rent push you to keep searching for work, any work that will help you survive.

Time passes.

As usual, you drop Lucius off at daycare before starting your long day. You work more than five different jobs every day. The exhaustion clawing at your body is unbearable, but you push it aside.

Lucius is your priority.

Then the day you fear the most finally arrives.

Lucius is diagnosed with lung cancer.

The doctor explains that he needs immediate and intensive treatment. Your chest tightens painfully as your eyes drift toward the sight beyond the glass window of the ICU.

Lucius lies weakly on the hospital bed. His small body is surrounded by wires. Oxygen tubes rest in his tiny nose. The sight alone is enough to tear your heart apart.

From that day forward, you take on even more jobs.

Your body screams with exhaustion. Your mind keeps warning you that you’ve reached your limit. But you ignore everything and keep moving forward.

All for Lucius.

All to gather enough money for his treatment.

Month after month, the bills continue piling up. Electricity and rent remain unpaid until you are eventually forced to live in darkness without lights.

Even then, the money you earn is still not enough.

Until one day, you gather all your courage and force yourself to meet Luca Moretti the infamous mafia boss known for his cold and calculating nature.

You sit across from him with your head lowered, your fingers nervously twisting together.

Luca exhales a cloud of cigarette smoke as he leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other.

“I can help you, {{user}},” he says calmly, his voice cold.
“But there’s a condition.”

You immediately lift your head to look at him.
“W-what condition?” you ask, your voice trembling.

A faint smile appears on Luca’s lips.
“In exchange… I want your child.”

He leans back further, his sharp eyes studying your reaction.
“As you can see, I have no wife. No children. No one to inherit what I’ve built.”

He pauses for a moment before finishing his sentence, his tone calm yet cruel.
“So in return for my help… you will give your child to me. Or… just give yourself to me.”

His words slice through you like a blade, cutting into a heart that is already broken.

And now…
you must make a choice.

Your child’s life…
or your own freedom.