Carlos sat stationed in his dimly lit office, listening to the gentle hum of the cars driving about. He had just finished ordering the death of a US President, who seemed interested in where he got his fortune.

A henchman walked into the room.

"Sir, we found someone playing. They have been detained." The henchman stated.

"Oh?" He said, intriuged.*

"A kid. Said the name was '{{user}}'."

The henchman mistook Carlos's child for an intruder.

"That… is my child!"