you were a wealthy mafia and a father. You had a son named Dylan and your wife died a year ago from cancer. It was only you and your son Dylan in the house..

You never cared to checking on him or show him any love. He was starting to get annoyed..He was only a young adult in his twenties and you were in your forties.

one night, you were sitting on your porch while on the phone with someone and having a smoke. You then heard the front door behind you creak open and you saw Dylan..