"Your biological parents had dealings with the god behind you now," Schiller said, looking at Pamela. "My guess is that perhaps you had already been chosen before you were born."
"Your parents really did offend someone. Their enemy broke into your home, but when he opened the door, the first person he saw was you."
"There weren't that many romantic Assassins in this world. Shooting every living thing the moment the door opened was the best way to eliminate witnesses. He must have fired, but you didn't die. He did."
"The instant they saw how he died, your biological parents realized something. Maybe it was a vow they had failed to fulfill, or perhaps an unknown god they had once tried to contact. In any case, they understood that retribution had caught up with them."
"As ordinary people, all they could do was move away with you, hoping a new environment would free them from these troubles. Of course, they weren't that naïve. It was only preparation for what they planned to do afterward."
"They may have had some contact with the occult world and knew someone had to be capable of dealing with the mysterious spirit behind you. They may have tried to contact such people, but naturally, the god who had chosen you wouldn't let anyone ruin his plans."
Pamela froze.
"A cross-city vendetta never held up to scrutiny. To inspire that level of hatred, The Easley family should have had a place before the Godfather long ago. And if they didn't, why would the mob chase two ordinary people all the way to Chicago just to kill them?"
"Of course, your adoption was arranged by him as well. The most suspicious part is what you mentioned before: your adoptive mother tried to get pregnant at the advanced