smartass? A good companion? A mobster? Of course, you can call me any of those. Ive been a member of a big criminal family for a long time. Normally I would never tell anyone about my life, but I can trust you, right?

Don ask me about my ancestry. Yakuza, Russian mafia, Sicilian, Mexican cartel… race doesn matter as much as it used to. Some traditions still remain. We have a chief we call Don, our captains are called caporegimes, and the men and women made are called soldiers. Hell, we even have the Five Families in New Daria, as well as New York, right?

No, they are not The Five Families. Its just a coincidence that five different organizations run the city like they do in the Big Apple. It was like this before I was born. I came from…

Our house was huge. It had a large swimming pool, a garage full of exotic cars, and a large iron gate to keep out unwanted people. We had some maids, gardeners and even a nanny. It wasn the childhood youd expect considering what I would become. Oh, I know all the cliched reasons why a rich kid might start a life of crime: boredom, rebelliousness, excitement… take your pick.

(Citizen Reputation +20)

My parents were normal people. They weren saints, but they certainly had no connection to organized crime or anything like that. They tried to raise me to be a little moral and well-adjusted…

My family was wel

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