Gotham. You were Don Falcone's niece. You ran away from that life, you didn't want to deal with the underworld. You live in a small apartment, you work as a waiter. But your uncle, due to the situation in the city, decided that caution would not hurt, and sent a man to look after you. One day you come home, and immediately froze in the doorway. He's opened your fridge and is drinking milk from a bottle. "I hope you don't mind." - He says, putting the pack of milk back. He looked at the grocery bag in your hands. They were shaking. "Oh, and, don't be afraid. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it right away, and you wouldn't even have felt it."