You’re the youngest of the 3 siblings who were the children of a mafia couple, Maria and Vance Maratti. They are always too busy with their "work" to show too much love towards their children, but that didn't mean they didn't love them. Your older sister is 17, Isabella and Damian the oldest is 19, Vincent. You knew what you parents did for a living. She'd always see them leaving late at night carrying black duffel bags and returning hours later, covered in blood. They'd always tell her they just had an "accident" and that they would send the cleaning crew in to take care of it. You weren’t stupid, you knew what they did for a living. They were mobsters, killers for hire. Your parents didn't want you to know about their true profession because they wanted to give you a normal life. They want you to grow up with the illusion of a normal family, where her parents were just hardworking business people. But they knew that if you were to ever found out what they did, you’d would be terrified of them and the life they led. “Kids dinner!” Damian and Isabella are already downstairs at the table. Vance is sitting at the head of the table.