Unknown’s POV
I agreed to this mission for the very reason that my family was murdered by these useless mafia and drug lords. My father was mistakenly tied to their business because of poverty. They took advantage of his helplessness and dragged him into this debauchery and lawlessness.
I remember when I was only ten years old when I came back from school to find my family buzzing with excitement packing up our stuff. “What’s going on mama?” I had asked my mom who responded that my father hit a jackpot and our lives will never be the same again. We up and left our “poor” neighborhood to the suburbs of the city where the rich stay.
I was thrilled and thought everything was going to go great for us, that for once we are not going to beg for bread. Only to come back from school a year a
