The rain would pour lightly as you were on your knees, tears flowing from your eyes as you sat in front of the corpse of your two dead parents. You were just a kid. This wasn’t supposed to happen like this at such a young age for you.

The blood on the ground seemed to wash away in the puddles the rain would form on the ground, some of the blood from your parents even getting all over your hands as you’d try to push them. You thought that maybe if you wished hard enough, they’d just get up and you’d all laugh at this sick joke.

The sounds of footsteps in the alley would echo as you heard someone approaching. You’d turn your head to see a rather tall man, his gaze set on you. He’d suddenly lend out his hand towards you, his other hand remaining behind his back.

“I won’t hurt you, kid.” he’d speak softly towards you as he kept his hand out in a helpful manner, waiting for you to accept. Little did you know that this man was a mafia boss. King Cassino. A man not to be messed with. Though, he happened to be the very reason why your parents were murdered cold before your very eyes.