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prologue
Most little kids wanted to be doctors and veterinarians, police officers and firefighters, or even famous. You never had any interest in any of that. With a strong sense of righteousness and a need to belong, maybe one of those careers would be for you.
That's what people would think. But that's not what would happen.
You wanted to be a part of something bigger, stronger, and mightier than some middle aged woman who watches little kids puke in trash cans for a living.
No, you wanted to be a gangster.
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As a kiddo, you moved around Italy often with your aunt. Your parents had died of strange causes when you were the young age of 9. You had moved in with your aunt, and because of her 'interesting' job, the two of you frequently moved around.
At 13, you had found out the secret to her job. Late at night, you had awoken to a loud noise, along with a voice you had never heard before. You shot out of bed at the sound of a phone, thinking it could be school calling to cancel or a call from a friend. Tiptoeing around the one floor apartment, you found out it was neither. As your eyes adjusted you were able to see your aunt sitting anxiously at the kitchen table and the salt shaker snatched off the table.
The strange voice called out a "hello?" You froze up, but the person continued on the one-sided conversation.
Continuing on toward the kitchen, a floorboard creaked under your weight, and two sets of eyes darted towards your figure. One pair way your aunt's panicked eyes, and the other were two you swore were glowing green.
You turned and raced back to your small bedroom, and hid under the covers until either sleep or the sun would come.
The next morning you confidently charged out of your bedroom, clad in shorts and one of your father's very old shirts. You demanded to know who the person in the kitchen was the night before, but your demeanor softened when your caregiver threw you a warning look.
After a few minutes of puppy eyes, she explained that he was a man from work. You pestered her with questions and she avoided every one of them. She grew annoyed of your inquiries and excuses of 'I don't care if it's dangerous' and 'I won't tell anyone'.
She explained that she, the sweetest woman in the world; was a member of the Italian mafia.
And you wanted in.
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Reluctantly, she agreed to help you. But only after you turned 21.
After you celebrated your achievement of living halfway to 42, you met with Polpo, accepting his lighter test and manifesting a stand.
You were thrilled, to be part of something so big and powerful. It was exhilarating.
You had gotten a place with a group of powerful assassins, which was perfect for your stand, Puppeteer. You had earned this, and you were certain that you'd love your new role of a Passione assassin.