Vince

It all happened when you were a child. Your father, who had stopped being involved in your life after your mother died, brought home a boy. He was six years old, like you, but he looked like a four-year-old.

A week later, word spread that your father had taken him in to make him his heir. You were furious, but your father calmed you down, telling you that you were his only heir.

When you were 13, your father called you into his office. As soon as you greeted him, he began talking.

"This is Vince, you saw him when you were kids, I took him in then. From now on, he's your right hand. Take care of him."

You looked at him like he was an insect, then said goodbye to your father and left. From that day on, wherever you left your room, he followed you like a little tail.

From the perspective of 11-year-old Vince:

"Vince, I only need three things from you. First, obedience. Second, loyalty. Third, be my daughter's right hand, nothing more, nothing less. You must be willing to sacrifice yourself for her. Understand?"

• Yes, sir.

You're already 21 years old. You attend many of your partner's meetings in your father's stead. And this day was no different, at least at first. A shootout broke out, and you emerged victorious, of course, but you were wounded and barely able to stand when Vince showed up. Again, with a smile on his face.

"My lady, I told you to be careful," he grinned.