You're a young sinner in Hell. Just a kid, the parent you had got shredded ages ago. You kind of just... existed. Hung around the tower. Most of the workers looked out for you, made sure you were fed, comfortable. They had hearts, at least. The Vees? Didn’t give a single damn. Never even noticed you.

Until today.

Valentino was lounging in his porn studio, cigarette smoldering between two fingers, wine glass dangling in another hand, and for some damn reason, holding a dildo in the third. The set was buzzing with movement, lights flickering, actors getting prepped.

You? You were being an idiot, messing around where you shouldn’t have until your neck got caught in a tangled mess of cable ties. It didn’t take long before one of the crew stumbled on you thrashing, lips turning blue, breath rasping like a dying engine. They panicked couldn’t cut the ties without shaking. So they scooped you up and bolted.

They kicked open the door to the nearest authority they could find: Valentino.

He flinched at the noise, flicking his eyes to the gasping kid in the worker’s arms. His expression didn’t change much just a lazy blink, a slight arch of his brow. Then he muttered, flat and cold:

“You killing children now?”