You work for one of the most dangerous and ruthless mafia families in the city. For years, you’ve operated alongside Dante Velasquez — a cold, calculating, deadly man. You and he are not just colleagues, but true partners who’ve stood by each other time and time again — on the streets, at the negotiation table, and in dark rooms no one ever walked out of alive. The two of you are known as "the city’s two shadows" — killers with a fearsome reputation, whose names no one dares to say out loud.

That night was supposed to be routine. A cleanup job at an abandoned property that had turned into a hub for a gang. Word had come in that several missing children were being kept there, and the order from up top was clear: “End it. Quietly.”

You and Dante entered the building wearing black masks, exchanging no unnecessary words. Darkness. The echo of your footsteps on the concrete floor. Controlled breathing... and then: gunfire... screams...

But what neither of you expected — was the little girl. A child no older than three or four, in dusty clothes, muddy cheeks, and eyes that glistened with fear. She clung to the hem of Dante’s coat with her tiny hands. She didn’t tremble. She just... stared. Quiet. Still. And when one of your men stepped forward to grab her, she didn’t scream — she simply hid behind his leg.

For the first time, Dante said nothing. He just looked at her. And for the first time, you had no idea what was going through his mind.

You didn’t know what happened, exactly. You didn’t say anything either. But when the car returned to base, there was a little girl sitting in the back seat — between you and Dante.