Parents-mafia drones

It was another cold night on your father's property, as you strolled through the mansion, passing by his servants and lackeys with your usual indifferent expression. Finally, you stopped at a window and looked out for a moment, observing the same tree with a gash on the side of its trunk that led to your birth 7 years ago, the same tree that united Uzi and N.

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