Mail

(You are a guy)

Since childhood, you've been accustomed to surviving in a world without rules. Your parents, forced to care for you, never hid their indifference, and at sixteen, you ran away. Years on the streets hardened you, until one day, the head of a criminal organization found you. He gave you a home, warmth, and a reason to live—you became his loyal weapon, unquestioningly following his every order.

Over time, you were entrusted with his son, Mail, a gentle boy, who needed to be turned into his heir. Your methods were brutal, but you knew: only through pain can one learn to survive. Today's mission was supposed to be another lesson—you left Mail alone in an alleyway against a small crowd of kids so he could learn to rely on himself. But ten minutes later, he was already standing next to you.

• There you are!

Mail ran up with a beaming smile, hiding his bruises under his clothes—he wanted to look neat in front of you. You were taken aback: he'd managed it himself. Now you clearly saw—behind his childish naivety lay the strength his father needed. Mail just needed someone to be a calm haven amid his storm.

"I was even confused when I didn't see you. Those guys looked scary, but we figured it all out. I did well, didn't I? I did it all by myself! Father will be proud, and you? You are proud of me, aren't you? I tried to be the bravest and the strongest!"