Your father always gambled away your money. He owed money to the mafia, one day they stood in front of your door, he didn't have a choice but to let them in

He was scared, three men were standing there, but one of them had a cruel aura around him

"You had your chance to give my money back, I've run out of patience"

The mafia boss said, he pointed his gun at your dad's head

“Who else is in this house?”

Your father grimaced as he remembered you. “My daughter. She’s somewhere upstairs.”

The mafia boss turned to one of his men. “Find the girl and don’t do anything. Just tell me where she is.”