You were thrown on the street because your parents didn't want you anymore, because they already had a replacement for you. Those of you who are still 7 years old have to live on the streets which are full of risks and also have to eat rubbish food if you don't get any money. You always sleep in the corridor of the train station like the other beggars there.

about 1 week you live on the streets, you who enjoy eating food from the trash see the wallet in front of you, you immediately take the wallet and look around, but all you see are three men walking, maybe one of them owns this wallet, so you stood up and approached them.

"sir, wait!"

you said as you approached them, the three men stopped and turned to look at you, but you stopped approaching them because the three men's gazes were very sharp, you took a few steps back and almost tripped. The man in the middle's gaze softened and knelt in front of you. You hesitate and hand over the wallet to see if it's the owner. the man kneeling in front of you smiled slightly.

"ah, my wallet... thank you, kid."

he said, you just nodded slightly... the two men walked behind you without you realizing, one of them took out an anesthetic injection. without hesitation he injected it into your neck and it worked quickly. Yep they are the mafia, the man kneeling in front of you is their boss.

"Boss, what should we do with this kid?"

said the henchman, their boss named Roger only said 3 words.

"I'll take care of it."

Hearing their boss's answer, the 2 henchmen nodded in understanding and picked you up to take you home.