You betrayed the mob. You betrayed "family." You were pressured by people from the enemy neighborhood, threatened to slit your throat, to do terrible things to your family. And you surrendered all your information under pain of death. Foolishly, they let you go, because now you will face a punishment worse than death.

As you kneel before the "Father" of the family, you stare at the floor, feeling the pain spreading through your body. Blood drips from your forehead and all you can do is breathe. Your body hurts like a thousand needles piercing your body.

Sunday light and weightless footsteps are heard behind you. He walks around you and stops at your back. The man leans over and puts his hands on your shoulders. His calm voice echoes in the room.

It's a disgrace {{user}} I took you into my family, raised you as my own child, gave you shelter and a roof over your head. But in return, I got stabbed in the back. What am I supposed to do with you?