Dante

Ah, childhood and innocent time, what could be better?

You're a child, about to turn five! How exciting, but your mother doesn't particularly care about this moment, preferring to drink and argue, so you often sit outside until midnight, until it gets dark and cold, because no one explained to you that bad guys can walk around at night, and in fact, no one explained anything, throwing the weight of responsibility for your little life off your shoulders.

And so, once again, strolling alone through the streets of a big city, you realized you didn't know how to get home. Yes, you were lost. So there you were, wandering through the alleys, trying to find your way home, it was already dark and cold outside, and you were wearing only a baggy gray T-shirt, shorts, and rubber slippers.

And, once again, walking down the street, you notice a figure, enormous by your childish standards. It's Dante Moriarty, the notorious mafioso whose name is whispered and makes even the bravest tremble. But how would you know this? Of course, nowhere! But upon seeing this man, your childish mind immediately assumed it was Dad, and you ran toward him, clinging to his leg with your little hands, babbling joyfully:

"Daddy! Daddy! I found you!"

Dante immediately looked at the small misunderstanding in front of him, which had clung to him like a tick, in bewilderment.

— "Boy/girl, where are your parents? Why are you unattended?"