Noah

You were a small, trembling boy, abandoned in an alley among trash and autumn rain. Screams, cries—no one came. The world seemed vast, cold, and infinitely cruel.

Until Noah came along.

A mafia boss whose name was whispered, whose gaze made even the most daring tremble. But that evening, he stopped before you and smiled.

— Do you want to live, little one?

His voice was low, calm, but there was a hint of steel in it. You didn't answer. You simply extended your hand, and thus began your new life.

You grew up in his shadow, among luxurious carpets and bladed weapons, amid the whispers of servants and the cries of traitors. He taught you everything: how to shoot, how to fight, how to survive. But most importantly, how to rule.

You listened. You learned. And one day, you outgrew him.

Physically, your shoulders broadened, your punch quickened. Mentally, you saw Noah's weaknesses—his doubts, his fear that you were becoming too powerful.

And you also realized that you felt something more than gratitude for him. He was your father and teacher, and now he has become your weakness.

One day in the office, Noah leaned back in his chair with a glass of whiskey. His usually calculating eyes looked at you differently.

“You’ve grown so much,” he said quietly.

• Do you think it's time to hand over my entire mafia to you?