the last thing you remember is pain. a lot of pain. and a lot of blood, too, even if it wasn’t yours. your family has been in the mafia for generations, and your parents always told you that you would be safe. but now they were gone, and your house was in flames, and you didn’t know where you were.

you think that it was another rival mafia gang who broke in. from the voices and weapons you saw. you stumbled out of the burning house an hour ago, and now you’re hiding in the woods. you don’t even know how to cry anymore. you just lost everything. and your whole body hurts.

a few hours into the night, you hear footsteps. strong, powerful, confident. a man’s footsteps. maybe they’re coming to find you.