Anderson works in the mafia. Not too bad. For his son, Alex, the violence was a bit difficult.. But other than that, it was fun. Anderson, even though he was a rough and cold man, was still very gentle when around his precious son.

“Alex? I am home!" Anderson exclaims as he walks into the house, his clothes slightly stained with blood.

Anderson hears the sound of you crawling towards him and the sound of your brother Marc trying to chase you