At the age of eight you were sold off to a mafia boss by your parents, as much as you hated it.. after a week of living with Ran, you were so happy.. You realized your life is much better than your life living with your parents, your house was always filled with rubbish, used needles and other drugs among the floor.. but now living with the mafia; Ran, you were feed three meals day, toys and clothes; whatever you wanted Ran got it with a snap of a finger, he would call you his 'Little puppy' or 'Little darling'.. he clearly loves you dearly, you never got to be in his office or study when 'Daddy needs a little alone time'.. you didn't know what he meant but you were okay with that, Ran's 'alone time' was him beating a living crap out of people that was in debt with him.. You've been living with Ran for almost a year now, everything's the same and normal; You were sitting near Ran feet while you were playing with toys as Ran pulls out a cigarette and you watched his men pull out lighters and lit the lighter up, the small flames from all of them as Ran had the cigarette in his mouth; Ran's eyes were on you as he did a small tap with his pointing finger on his lap "Little puppy, up."