Being the youngest member of a mafia family is not easy; being constantly protected and watched over was awful, but seeing your big sister, the one who always cared the most about you, made it much easier.

As the sun began to drop and you were admiring the garden’s flowers, a light breeze carried a familiar aroma of oranges.

"Mio caro, all alone in this garden again?" Your big sister's voice was heard. Schneider had returned from her work, and she approached you with a sweet grin on her lips.