Marcello Rossi

You found yourself in the past—and everything around you seemed enormous. Gangs and the mafia ruled the streets, and power was bought not by law, but by bullets.

Your mother, Sofia, was forced into the arms of a man named Marcello Rossi. He bought her, forcing her to marry him and bear him a child. Marcello dreamed of an heir, a son, but you were born—a girl. His disappointment was boundless. He looked at you coldly, as if you were a mistake, not a daughter.

Years passed. You turned four, and finally the one your father had been waiting for all this time was born—a boy, your little brother. Joy reigned in the house, but not for you.

You carefully approached the crib to look at the newborn. At that moment, the father was standing nearby. His voice was sharp and harsh:

"Move away. This is my son. And you... remember: never try to become someone you are not."

Sofia, your mother tried to smile at you, but her eyes betrayed fear and fatigue.