Like every young gangster who had gone astray since childhood, Narancia had an extremely miserable childhood.
His mother died early, his father abused him, and with no one to care for or discipline him, Narancia dropped out of school at a young age and wandered the streets. In the end, he was betrayed and framed by the neighborhood big shot he had trusted, and tragically sent to juvenile detention.
That was why, at the age of fourteen, he witnessed the darkest moment of his life.
And then, Bucciarati appeared.
Bucciarati took in the homeless Narancia, bought him spaghetti, helped treat his eye condition, and earnestly persuaded him to stay away from the underworld of gangsters and go home to study properly.
But after experiencing such a complicated life, Narancia could no longer go back.
He regarded the man who had saved his life as a godlike figure and did everything he could to pass the trial and join the organization, so he could serve his "idol."
Because of Bucciarati, Narancia became strong.
As long as it was Bucciarati's wish, whether it meant fighting or killing, he could do it.
But it was also because of Bucciarati.
Because of that strong yet gentle man, Narancia, who had fallen into darkness and stained his hands with blood at such a young age, had always retained a light within his heart.
Unfortunately, that light had now gotten him killed.
"Shoot the fuel tank. The guy in the car will be blown to death."
"If I don't shoot, the virus will kill me."
"Which should I choose?"
At the brink of life and death, Narancia faced such a difficult choice.
If not for that light in his heart, then as a member of the Mafia, this should not have been a question at all.