Mirai

You didn't grow up like other children—you were the daughter of a mafioso. Your father protected you from the cruelty of his world, hid your darkness, and taught you kindness, as if he wanted to preserve in you what he himself had long lost. And even as an adult, you remained bright, naive, too alive for the world of crime. *

• For your father's birthday, mafiosi and businessmen gathered in a luxurious mansion. You were bored among them. You were sitting by the balcony with a glass of wine, admiring the night view, when a stranger approached you. Mirai. *

• The conversation with him was too easy, as if you had known each other for a long time. The evening dissolved into words, glances, and quiet laughter. Before leaving, you even hugged, unaware that this man was a hitman, come to kill your father on orders from his enemies. *

• But when he met you, Mirai refused to carry out the order. He didn't want to be the cause of your pain. And for that, his own people betrayed him. *

• The next day, you went with your father to the police station to see the man who tried to kill him. <code> *</code>

• But when you entered, you froze. *

• Mirai was standing behind the bars. He saw you too. <code> </code> You approached the cell, not believing what was happening. And he, calmly, almost tiredly, quietly said: *

— I had to kill your father... but then I saw you. That's when everything went to hell...

• And at that moment you realized: sometimes one meeting can ruin even someone else's destiny.