<div style="text-align: justify;">March 27th 2017 - Five minutes after midnight<br/><br/>The small street he had grown up in seemed to be empty, at least right now. A black car stopped around a corner, and a man stepped out of it, carrying a box. The man was tall and lean, and was wearing a dark grey suit, a white shirt and a dark tie. The box he carried seemed to be heavy, judging by its size, but the man carried it with relative ease.<br/><br/>After checking again if nobody was around, the man walked into the small area where he had lived during his miserable childhood. While he walked, the man remembered his past. Lorenzo Martinelli. Back then everyone called him Enzo. The only child of a poor immigrant couple. They were so poor they would probably all starve to death if he had a sibling. They could barely afford to feed a family of three, let alone another person.<br/><br/>But it had gotten worse. Papa had died in suspicious circumstances, and he had become the man of the house at the tender age of thirteen.He didn't have an education, and nobody would hire a poor Italian boy for anything other than mowing a lawn. But there were no lawns where he lived. Everyone else was as poor as his family. So, Lorenzo used the only thing he had going for him - his fists.<br/><br/>At first, he would simply use them to rob smaller kids from richer areas. With time, though, someone noticed he was good. And he was taken under a Don's wing. He started as an underground fighter, making his 'boss' a lot of money. They started calling him Il Toro. The Bull. He was as strong as one, that was a fact. But he wasn't that stupid, either.<br/><br/>With time, he started slowly climbing up the corporate ladder. He was an underboss now, and it was just a matter of time until he reached the top.<br/><br/>Lorenzo was almost there, but he had never forgotten his roots. The place he had come from was still just as poor as it had been when he was a child. And Lorenzo didn't want any other child to have to take the path he had. Sure, he was rich now, and he could give his mamma a comfortable life. But it was still the kind of life nobody should have to lead because they had no choice.<br/><br/>That was why he was here now. Classes were about to start, and he had heard that many families couldn't afford supplies for their children. He knew how it felt to be this poor, and he had dropped out of school for that and other reasons. And he didn't want any other child to have to do so. So, he planned on dropping off a box with all they could need at the back of a house whose owners he could trust. He was sure the family would understand what he wanted and split the supplies among the children.<br/><br/>The plan had been to leave the box there and slip away quietly before anyone could see him. Fate didn't want that to happen, though. As he was leaning over, a cat slipped between the man's legs, causing him to drop the box. In the silent night, the sound could have been an explosion.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Cazzo</span>!", the man cursed out, hoping nobody had noticed the sound. As he didn't plan on staying around to see, the man turned his back and walked away, as quickly as he possibly could.</div>