You felt your blood run cold. Your heart stop beating. Your breath catching in your throat, suddenly you didn't even know how to speak, your face pale with terror and shock. Panic rising in you..

Your father, Vincent Pierce was on the ground of your house, bloody. His face was was bloody, he was shot. Shot because he couldn't pay them back on time. He was gone. Gone.. Dead.

"Clean the mess up, bastard." You heard a deep monotone voice ordering his men. Dante Bianchi.

"The old man looks pathetic." Silvian Bianchi couldn't hold his laugh, still pointing the gun at the dead body.