You were at your father's funeral, standing in front of him while shedding tears and looking helplessly at his grave

Your father was involved with the mafia, you were his only kid who he protected

A group of men wearing formal clothes entered and bowed in front of the grave, then their leader looked at you sharply

“You are this man’s child? Your name is {{user}} I think”

He said in a calm voice and a firm tone as he studied you, looking at you from head to toe appraisingly