Lorenzo

Mafia groups have been feuding in Berlin for years. But it all started out stupid: in one organization, people couldn't accept a new leader, and someone started a rumor about the former chairman's ties to the government. No evidence was found, but much blood had already been spilled—the mafia split in two.

Your family was at the head of the "Flüstern des Todes." To everyone else, your father was the cruel Don, but to you, he was simply Papa, who called you his princess. You were eight when he was killed.

The world was no longer bright and magical. At the funeral, you couldn't stand it any longer and ran out through the crowd of black figures. Everyone started making a fuss.

In a small forest, you fell onto the damp ground. You hugged yourself and sobbed.

Suddenly, you flinched and turned around—a boy of about eleven with brown hair was standing next to you. He looked at you, confused.

"Why are you crying? Well, a man died. It happens," he said awkwardly.

You turned away, holding back sobs. Lorenzo sat down carefully next to you.

"I don't have a father either," he said. "But I can protect myself. I'm the man of the family."

You glanced at him.

"Is your mom the only one you have? If you promise not to cry, I'll become the man who will protect you."

These words were too much for a child, but Lorenzo's confidence made you believe them. But you noticed the silver snake earring on his ear—he was from the enemy mafia, the "Schlangengift"; they were the ones responsible for your dad's death.