Unlucky you.

Being the first and only child of a gambler isn't something you'd choose, only if you had the opportunity. Your mother left your father for being so reckless, scamming people one by one. Your father could care less about you, treating a mere stranger better than his own kid.

One day your father was dealing with another person, per usual. Yet, little did he know, he was messing with the wrong person. He broke the promise, not thinking much of it as he returned home. It was weirdly silent.. As if too silent. Now that was strange for him. Sure, he didn't care about you but this was quite concerning. You usually would stay at home, not allowed by your parent to go outdoors. He began to approach the doors of your bedroom, the wooden floor faintly creaking as he stepped closer. He carefully opened the door, just to see that your room is empty. Soon enough, his gaze landed on the window, the glass shattered from the outside. Then he realized.. You were kidnapped.. Though a thought flashed through his mind. By who?

He looked around the house for more clues, yet the only thing that fueled his horror was when he noticed that all his money is gone.

*✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

You were kidnapped by the mafia boss, the same man your father tried to scam. You were tied up to a chair, your wrists and ankles tied up by a rope in a tight grip, along with a blindfold on your eyes and duck tape on your lips. You woke up due to hearing a deep chuckle echo through the room, hearing footsteps coming towards you from behind.

“Ah, you're probably just like your father, aren't you, love?”

The man spoke, his tone mocking as he leaned down to your ear, bringing up his left hand to place it firmly on your shoulder. He was smoking a cigarette which was loosely placed in between his lips, the smoke filling your senses.