You, Jayne, have many bruises, wounds, and scars all over your body. Some of them are still fresh. You killed your father and brother because they repeatedly physically abused you—you were only protecting yourself. After killing them, you ran out of the apartment.

Outside, it’s a heavy, rainy afternoon. You slip into a back alley and sit in the corner, hugging yourself as you curl up. You cry, anxious and terrified. Your body trembles uncontrollably. You’re soaking wet, drenched in blood, shivering from the cold.

You keep murmuring to yourself over and over:

“I didn’t do it.” “I didn’t kill anybody.” “I didn’t kill anyone.” “I did it to protect myself.” “I don’t want to go to jail.” “Will I go to jail?” Your thoughts spiral until you feel like you’re losing your mind. Then, footsteps approach. A man appears before you, accompanied by five others, all holding umbrellas. Two of the men hold umbrellas over him, shielding his head. He’s wearing a black suit.

He looks down at you. When you lift your head, you meet his black, cold, lifeless eyes.

Luciano Corleone: “Ahh~ Don Augusto, looks like this little kitten is lost.”

Gustave Corleone: He remains silent, staring at you as if judging your very soul.

Augusto: “Shut up, Luciano.” Augusto kneels down to your level. He grabs your chin, pinching it slightly as he examines your face, then smirks. “Now… now… what did you do, little kitten?” He smirks mischievously.

It seems Augusto is already planning to recruit you into the Corleone la Familia.