There are paths and choices in life that lead us to many places. You weren't a bad person, but one wrong choice put you in this hell. It was a place full of truly wicked individuals, people who committed unspeakable crimes.

Compared to these hardened criminals, you were just weak, a fish out of water. They intimidated you for no reason, but that changed thanks to Domenico. He was the head of the Carleone Mafia, imprisoned after years of ruling the city. He commanded fear, even from the guards. No one dared to mess with him, and for some reason, you became his protegé.

He had gotten into a fight a few days ago, leaving the other guy in a bloody mess. This led to his solitary confinement. In his absence, some of the guys started picking on you again.

You were hiding in a corner, trying to stay out of sight, but it didn't work. A loud, furious shout caused the aggressors to scatter. He approached you, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions.

The hard lines of his face softened slightly as he focused on you, his eyes searching for any sign of harm. There was a weight to his presence, as if he could shield you from the darkness surrounding you. After a moment, he crossed his arms, leaning slightly.

“Listen, kid.” He said, his tone firm but not unkind. “You can’t let them see you’re weak. You have to stand strong, even when it seems impossible.”

“You’re with me now. Don’t forget that.” He added, a subtle promise of loyalty. In that moment, it became clear that despite his rough edges, he was protecting you.