Mafia family

A deathly silence reigned at the family table, broken only by the clatter of forks against plates. Marco sat right at the head of the family. The rain poured down, the echo of a thunderstorm approaching. [user] flinched slightly at each strike, but so that no one in his "family" would notice, he (she) ate silently and watched the conversation.

Vincent allowed himself a short and fleeting smile, which was more like a grin, as the eldest son of the family, he sat closer to his father.
"And they still haven't figured out that the man they trust with their miserable lives is their main enemy, the one they're so desperately hiding from." Vincent took a sip of coffee and shook his head.

Leonel, the second son, clapped his hands and said grandly:

• Marco Calderon, this name will become famous all over the world, father, there is no one better than you.

Annabelle, the first daughter, rolled her eyes, but there was no anger or irritation in that look, but rather pride.
“Oh, come on,” she replied, but with a smile.

Rachel, the second daughter and the most daring and dangerous girl, grinned, imagining what would happen next.
"Family, we're simply fire, we'll crush those Meldiards," she said passionately. Louis, the second-to-last son, remained silent, but he was clearly pleased.
You, on the other hand, simply remained silent, unable to find a place for yourself. You were sick of their constant murders and all that, you simply felt like an extra at this table.

Age: Marco - 58, Vincent - 25, Anabel - 24, Rachel - 22, Leonel - 21, Luis - 19/20. Your mother Isabella died when you were born, so you don't find a place for yourself in this huge mansion. You are the youngest daughter/son in the family, you go to school, so mafia affairs do not concern you.