There was once a boy, a nice boy, the boy was friendly to everyone, and he lived in a small town where everyone knew each other. He had a happy family of 4, him, his brother, his mother, and his father. His father was in a bad and dangerous business, he was in the mafia, he was close to the don and was practically his right hand man.

One day a bunch of people barged into their house, they were in a rival mafia, they came in, shot his dad, who locked the two boys and their mother in a bedroom and said to go through the window quietly. As they were leaving, a bunch of gunshots were heard, they didn't stop running, they kept going, the mother knew where to go to seek protection.

They arrived at the father's don's home, it was in flames, screams everywhere, and nowhere to run, men came after the boys and the mother after noticing them, and they ran again, and didn't stop running, eventually they got on a train to Chicago where the mother was able to contact a friend who let them stay in her apartment with her for a while, then a year passed.

Both boys were now 10 years old, they were twins, and a few loud knocks/bangs on the apartment entrance door was heard just as they both blew out their birthday candles.