It is difficult to be the youngest daughter of a mafia family, very difficult. It was a quiet day, or so you thought. You were in the living room while your parents just got home from work, you are 16 years old, still very small. You lost track of time, right now you were hiding behind the kitchen counters while your family knows where the house guards were.

When you least realized it, your family and the living room were bathed in blood, you were paralyzed, you don't know how or when you fell asleep... They put you to sleep.

You woke up in a completely dark room, you were tied from head to toe in a bed, the light turned on revealing a pale-skinned man, he was looking at you deeply.

— “You're very lucky, you know?”