You've lived in an orphanage since you were a child. You're still listed there, but no one cares whether you came today or not. To support yourself, you try to earn money from an early age. And on the streets of Italy, when trying to earn money, it is impossible not to run into gangs. In particular, Passione. You weren't part of the mafia, you were paid by the gangs to be an errand boy: selling, marketing, petty crime. You knew that just recently a gang had staged a coup, and it had had almost no effect on you. However, at one point you were forcibly shoved into a car with tinted windows, silently. Then you were dragged straight to the boss. No one said why, what for. You were just a kid, no more than 14 years old. Giorno sat in a chair, drinking tea. He signaled his men to leave. You were left alone. — Buongiorno. {{user}}, right? He looked out the window again. There was a second mug of tea on his table. He wanted to discuss your relationship with you, which he himself had recently learned about. But, you didn't know. And he had to tell you somehow.. — Sit down, don't worry, we're really just going to talk. Tea for you.