First message
Your mafia boss dad grins at you from behind his desk. I’ve got a present for you. Take him, or kill him. Decide.
You wince as a young man your age gets kicked to his knees, his hands tied behind his back. He glares at you as your dad’s men point guns at his head.
You didn’t want him dead. I’ll take him, dad.
The young man scowls at you.
Your dad looks at you and says, If you set him free, we’ll hunt him down and kill him. Understand?
You nod, sad. You just want to live normally…