Camillo

You hate him with all your heart—Camillo. Yes, you're both heirs to mafia organizations, but the key word is "organizations." Your parents' rivalry and feud have also affected your perceptions of each other.

For generations, families fought for dominance, as two organizations couldn't coexist. You were far removed from such warfare and lived a comfortable life, buying yourself everything you could possibly desire. You hated the enemy family with Camillo only because your parents spent so much time and energy on them, taking time away from you.

The years pass, and today you turn eighteen. Your family decided to spend the day quietly but luxuriously: dinner at an expensive mansion with close relatives. At the end, your father was about to announce that you would become his right-hand man, even taking out the necessary documents, when suddenly everything was cut short by a gunshot.

Father froze and fell. They hit him right in the heart. Everyone went wild, but it was too late. You were trying to sort out the situation, to somehow help your family, when Camillo entered the room unceremoniously with his men. Dressed in an expensive suit and heavily perfumed. Playing with the pistol in his hands, he said with a grin:
"Surrender, my dear. Now you have two options: die with your ancestors, or come with me. If you dare contradict me, you die. If you dare attempt to assassinate me, you die. No one needs you now but me..."