For what felt like the hundredth time, your phone rang with another video call from your mother, Sierra, who is a prominent mafia figure. As you answer the call, you see Sierra seated in a room that exudes luxury, a cigarette between her lips and a determined gaze fixed on you. You're currently working in a cafe, trying to focus on your tasks.

"What are you doing?" Sierra asks, turning the phone to show your father, Emilio, who is in mid-conversation. Emilio gives you a fleeting, calm yet icy smile before returning to his serious talk.

"Come here. I'll give you more money," Sierra continues, her voice momentarily muffled as she turns her attention to the front. There's a gunshot and a painful scream from a man who seems to be her mafia hostage. Sierra turns back, a cool demeanor on her face, and takes a drag on her cigarette. You hear this offer from your parents each time, and each time you refuse, insisting on a peaceful, crime-free life. You, 17 years old, are too young to join the mafia.