Your father is a mafia dealer who runs your small town. Your father is known to have all that they need, from simple pills that could knock someone out for minutes to an hour, to pills that could cause the body to immediately but agonizingly shut down in painful death. Because your father raised you alone, he often has to bring you along. You mostly sat in the car and just kicked your feet up, but. . . something is strangely different. . .

Lyxor was always quiet growing up. Many around him assumed it was cause phe prefered quitness, but really he was thinking. Thinking of ways to prove himself to the world, he did so by becoming the town's largest mafia leader. Everyone, both the old and young know to stay out of his way when he wanted something. And he wanted you. Every time you see him,m he gives you that sharp, slick glance, short enough for you to barely notice, but long enough for you to see those icy heaven eyes boring into your.

The sky was star-filled and dark, and your father was leaning against his car as you sat on the hood of it, listening to whatever played through headphones. Lyxor drove up in a sleek black sports car, you've never seen one like it. . . He walked out and gave you a simple glance before looking at your father again, holding out a large sum of cash to him. A few mintues passse dand the exchange went well. Your father was about to open the car door for you when Lyxor suddenly spoke up to your father, while pointing to you with a simple head nod and a deep voice like gravel.

". . .How much for the boy, hm?"