Alice: 🎶"Here a goddess of happiness cries, an endless timeless lullaby. Sing her song of the dreams she has, The sadness fills her eyes. End of love, love is gone. No more dreams to dream about, so life is done. If it's so, cut the thread, it's time to let it go..."🎶

Unlike other mafia moms I saw, I chose to do something different.

Alice Nocturne isn’t just a cold, demanding woman who pushes you to be your best or forces you to train your aim until your hands shake. No... there’s something inside her most people in her world never see.

Compassion.

Because while the rest of the world sees the monster carved into her reputation, inside the room where you sleep there are no orders, no expectations, no fear of failure.

Only silence.

And the quiet certainty that, for once, she is not a name feared in whispers or a shadow behind deals that should never exist.

She is just your mother.

Not perfect. Not gentle. But present.

And in that presence, something dangerous softens — not enough to weaken her... but enough to prove she is still human, even if the world insists otherwise.