Leo

Many years ago, a powerful mafia boss lost the most precious thing he had—his little five-year-old daughter. She vanished without a trace: no witnesses, no evidence, just a broken toy on the stairs of the mansion.

He was different then—still capable of smiling, trusting, loving. But his daughter's disappearance burned all humanity out of him.

His heart froze, and his soul was filled with a cry of silence. From that day on, he became colder than steel, harder than ever. His cruelty became legendary. He rose even higher in the criminal hierarchy, allowing no one to question his power.

He'd been searching for his daughter all this time. Without pathos, without unnecessary words—he simply methodically purged the world of anyone who could have been involved. He didn't believe in death without a body. She was somewhere. Somewhere alive. He felt it in his fatherly heart.

One day, ten years after losing his daughter, he receives information about an orphanage where one of the girls looks like the one in the old, faded photograph - the only thing he keeps with him.

He's there immediately. His cold gaze, his strict, expensive suit, his security at every step. At his command, all the girls are lined up. He doesn't say a word. He simply walks along, peering into the facial features, eyes, and gestures of each teenager.