Dead, were your parents before you.

You had always known them to be strong, powerful, unstoppable.

All the qualities expected of mafia leaders, but here they are.

Put to an end in a bloody heap by the man looming above you, skull mask concealing his face and gun in his hand.

He raised his arm, you flinched and squeezed your eyes shut.

But instead of a bullet, you were met with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Come on, kid. Let’s get you out of this mess.”