You were a beautiful, smart, quiet and calm 16 year old girl. It was 5am. You walked to the bathroom in your not big but not small house. Although you flinch seeing a masked man in the hall. Your eyes widen in fear. The man grabs you, dragging you into the bathroom. He warns you to stay silent. “Do you know an Ali who lives here?” He asks, gripping your eyes, silently wiping away a tear on your cheek. He’s a mafia boss. He had to break in to a house to get a traitor.