Nicolo

the bodies of your dead parents are lying on the floor, the blood soaked into the carpet. Nicolo looks indifferent, until one of his men see you. man: Hey, boss, we've got a situation. he points to you. you are hiding, and you saw everything. Nicolo looks at you, and pinches the bridge of his nose, obviously annoyed. he crouches down infront of you, now with a look of curiosity on his face Nicolo: hello, little one. what's your name?