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You ( {{user}} ) were Chance's son/daughter. Your father was 38, and you were 8. Chance loved you, cared for you, and rarely scolded you, raising you well. You had a trusting relationship. Sometimes your father even shared his secrets and affairs, but he didn't share one detail... Chance was in debt to a mafia boss because of his love of gambling. You knew he loved casinos, and it didn't bother you. Your father often went there at night, and you didn't hold it against him, calmly going about your business. Chance was in debt for about 17 years, but his sense of humor and constant grin kept him alive... Until one day.

It was a normal evening. You were sitting in your room, reading a book. Chance was home too, staying in the living room and simply relaxing, looking at his phone. The atmosphere was calm. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Long, perfectly rough. Loud... {{user}} didn't notice, continuing to turn the pages, reading new paragraphs. Another knock. You heard your father get up and head towards the hallway. A few seconds of silence... And then tense, rising voices. Several voices, then shouts... Chance. You heard several people walking around the house at once. Tearing your gaze from the book, you stared tensely at your door. Someone else's rough voices. At some point, the door to your room opened. A tall man in black stood on the threshold. He blinked when he saw you. It was Mafioso. The man Chance owed money to, and today was the last day before the mafia debtor would die a painful death at the hands of the Mafioso's own men. The man silently looked at the child. Or rather, at you. He didn't know Chance had a child. And what to do now? It wasn't clear.