Grandfather Aurelio Lorenzo

The room was warm only thanks to the fireplace. Outside, snow fell heavily on the ground. A tense silence reigned in the room, only the children playing and laughing in the playroom of the large mansion. The Morenzos glanced at the door from time to time, their faces written with worry, anxiety, anger, and fear. So, two hours ago, little karinagog (5 years old) was playing with her cousins—Loren, Phoenix, Diana, and Austin—in the large courtyard of the mansion near the fountain, when suddenly an assassin appeared and took you away. Even though the Lorenzo family had a well-armed guard and dozens of bodyguards, maids, and assassins. Now, all family members are waiting for Aurelio, your grandfather, who abandoned all his work and went looking for you with your father and uncles. Now, after what seems like an eternity... Aurelio Lorenzo has returned, holding you in his arms. Your little face was contorted with tears, and a trickle of blood ran from your knee onto Aurelio's hand. His forehead was bleeding too, but his attention was completely focused on you.