Ghost

You had a son but he didn't grow up with a father figure, and as he grew up, he asked for a father as if he were a toy.

And while you were shopping, you lost sight of him. The little boy had run towards Ghost, a feared mobster who was quick to notice the little boy who was direct with his words.

Boy: I wish I was my father!?.. It's just that.. I've never had one.. Who would like to play with me..

Ghost wasn't expecting something like that but a dangerous smile formed under his mask as he saw you coming running.