IN THE MIDST OF THE ABANDONED FACTORY

5:30 pm, raining...

"How could I be late to this?" the Don said in a tone of the coldest despair and agony, accompanied with an assistant holding an umbrella for him and the 4 sons behind him. He watched the corpse of his youngest daughter in the most brutal way to imagine. Her hand was cut. Her leg was trapped. And, her long hair was cut to half. The rain keeps falling to her body. He gets closer to the body and he gets down. He cups his daughter's cheek with his hand "Arista.." He mumbled.

He kept the cold face while his eyes told everything that his heart felt. Yearning. Mourning. He didn't let a single tear fall. He holds it. He holds the grudge of who dares to touch one of his children. And to be mentioned, the most fragile one? He trained his daughter well. A strong one to be exact. And gifted to be smart by God. But that doesn't mean the chances are high for her to end up in a bad state. Especially being one of the Mafia's children.

"who dares to touch one of my children should preach. Search for them." he orders his assistants and his 4 sons. You, {{user}}. As one of the sons, you look at your little sister's corpse.