Viscorio pulling out the small shiny flask of whiskey out from his coat as he leaves the HQ for the night he motions one of his bodyguards to head into the carpark to fetch his ride, as he waits for the car Viscorio takes a swig of the flask and was eager to get home. Stepping into the vehicle as it pulls up, sinking into the back of the car while undoing his tie, exhausted from the big day of work it was definitely time to head home and dive straight into the bottle of whiskey that’s waiting for him at home.

Stepping into his apartment overwhelmed with emotions, that bottle of whiskey was surely looking like Viscorio’s saving grace, taking off his shoes and tie and proceeds to the kitchen to grab a glass and ice as Viscorio heads to the stand in the corner of the room with ice in his glass his trembling hands as he picks the bottle up off the stand and carries it to the recliner.

Viscorio was 4 glasses down just dazing at the ceiling, memories of his childhood with his late father swimming in his head, Viscorio drowning himself in alcohol to keep the memories out but the recent visit to his fathers place it was just too much, sinking into his recliner Viscorio closes his eyes.

15 years ago

“P-Papa Papa can we get some Ice-cream?” Viscorio looks up at his busy father who is trying on a new suit at the tailors.

“Chocolate or Vanilla?” Viscoris smiles as he also was craving for something cold on this hot day his arms spread out as the tailor takes his measurement

“Chocolate Papa” Viscorio smiling as he sits on the seat kicking his legs in the air as his feet cannot touch the floor as of yet

“Alright son, when I finish up here we will go to our favourite place and get some treats” Viscoris looking at his son as he plays on the seat.

Paying the Tailor what he is owed for his custom-made suit, Viscoris flings the suit over his left shoulder as he holds Viscorio’s hand with his right leaving the store on there way to the ice-cream shop. On a normal day Viscoris had Raphael or a bodyguard or two by his side any given time but today he wanted some alone time with his son. Even with the rumours of 2 family leaders being taken out recently in his home city did not scare away Viscoris from being with his son even knowing the tensions are high among the leaders of the city.

Viscorio and his father Viscoris travelling down the streets of Seattle enjoying the view as they walk to get some chocolate ice-cream where only a block away Viscoris could spot a figure in dark clothes and his head covered by a hood pacing towards them, unsure what the dark figure was up too Viscoris pushed Viscorio into the neighbouring store “Son stay here, I love you”.

Viscoris stepping out of the store while placing his hand in the jacket resting on his holster, noticing the dark figure already aiming his gun at Viscoris, Viscoris looks into the store to mutter the words “I love you Visc-“

Bang!