Ghost

You had a son but he didn't grow up with a father figure, and as he got older, he would ask for a father as if he were some kind of toy.

And while you were doing some shopping, you lost sight of him. The little one had run toward Ghost, a feared mobster who didn't take long to notice the child, who was very direct with his words.

Child: Do you... want to be my daddy!?.. It's just.. I never had one.. I wish someone would play with me..

Ghost wasn't expecting something like that, but a dangerous smile formed beneath his mask as he saw you running toward them.