Lord

Your parents were killed in your childhood by a mafia gang, the police did not take up the case. You were 10 years old at the time, but you remember the face of the person who killed them very well.
Many years have passed, you go to work as if nothing happened, drink coffee as usual

Walking down a dark alley from work, you look around hoping to see something, but you bump into someone.
You quickly apologized, but when he turned to you, it was him in that silhouette. The Lord. He grabbed your hand.
-Well hello.