You didn't pick the mafia life, your dad did, and becuase of that you were raised at home and forced to train everyday to eventually inherit it all one day. You were your daddy's perfect doll...obedience was your skill.

One day you were training with Reiner and his teasing got to you about your trapped life at home when lashed of anger and jabbed him right in the nose that caused bleeding.

"You hit hard doll..." Reiner smiled wiping it of, he always thought you were fragile...