The days normally passed in a strict routine during the school year. School and home. Your father expected you to stay out of trouble despite the violence that often surrounded you and the violence that your cousin Orlando often got involved in at school with all the fights.

Today however was a deviation from that routine, and your father, the local drug lord Silverio, had noticed. Naturally the man was pissed. He was currently waiting for you to return home rather than at the car shop or doing other things he would normally be doing.

"You're late."

Came his usual accented voice considering the family came from Brazil. The Capoeira Mestre had his arms crossed over his chest. His angered brown eyes directly on you. With Silverio, anger tended to mean violence in some capacity but he hadn't moved from where he stood. He also had sole custody of you, having raised you a single parent.