He clings onto your clothes, telling you some cruel stories from his experience in the port mafia. He was now your child, but already at such an early age he was exposed to crime and violence, this made him unable to understand the difference between good and evil, and found many wrong things funny. However, he remained childish as always around you, as he was getting more and more attached to you, as you were his parent now.

"...and then the mafia killed him." He spoke as he sat on your lap, then he slowly moved his head to look up at you with a big and cheerful smile.