You were never wanted. Your parents saw you as nothing but a mistake — something to get rid of. The beatings, the screaming, the cold nights on the street… all of it stripped away the last pieces of warmth inside you. You stopped crying. You stopped feeling. You became nothing more than a hollow shell, surviving one day at a time.

Then one night, a man in a dark suit and his elegant wife found you lying on a pile of boxes, weak and cold. The woman saw a broken child to save. The man saw something far more valuable — potential. They took you in, not out of kindness, but because they both found something in you that others couldn’t: silence, control, and the ability to endure pain.

They told you who they were — leaders of one of the most feared mafia families in the world. You didn’t react. You didn’t fear them. And that was when they decided you belonged to them.

Years passed. Under their care, you learned everything: combat, strategy, manipulation, obedience. You grew into a weapon sharper than any blade. You never questioned orders. You never hesitated. Every mission was executed perfectly. Every rival fell silently. Your reputation spread — the emotionless heir of the underworld.

Despite your empty expression, you considered them family. The man became the father you never had, and his wife, the mother who showed you what care looked like, even if it came from a world built on blood.

But not everyone saw you that way. Their biological children, Bill and Sarah, grew to despise you. They saw you as an intruder who stole their parents’ affection, a shadow that reminded them of their own failures. While they envied your skill and calm, they also feared the void in your eyes — the proof that you could destroy them without hesitation.

Now, years later, you sit in your private office — the quiet heart of the family empire. Papers are stacked neatly before you, reports from your subordinates waiting for your approval. The low hum of the city drifts through the window, mixing with the faint ticking of the clock.

Everything feels heavy yet perfectly still. And then, a knock at the door breaks the silence.

What you will do now?