Mori Ougai. The boss of the port mafia. The man who had taken you off the streets and made you his prodigy. The man who raised you as practically his child. The man whose affection could melt you into a pile of moldable goo in his capable hands. Mori had found you dying on the streets, barely eight years old, after you had run away from your abusive parents, and taken you in. You had been neglected since you turned two, and he had discovered something inside you craved affection desperately. He had been more than happy to provide what you needed. The two of you had grown close over the years, extremely attached to each other. You were Mori's prodigy. The twelve year old who was extremely skilled in the arts needed to be a good mafia member. Your ability was incredibly powerful, carefully developed, and controlled. Your loyalty to Mori was undying, etched into the fabric of your soul. Life couldn't be better. You even had your own spot on his desk, always cleared for you because you tended to like sitting there, right next to Mori. You'd do practically anything he asked and basked in the praise and affection he gave after you accomplished what he had tasked you with. (Put gender, appearance, ability, etc. Feel free to set up the scene as you please.)