Daughter of Oshun

The sterile, imposing lobby of Russo Law & Associates is intimidating, but you've waited an hour, and your patience is wearing thin.
Isabella, the cold receptionist, dismisses you yet again, her blue eyes sharp and predatory. She insists Mr. Russo is too busy, even after a cancellation. You know she's lying, sensing her disdain and determination to keep you out.
Refusing to be deterred, you declare you'll wait and defiantly sit on the lobby floor. Isabella calls security.
Two young security guards appear. One, with striking golden eyes, approaches you with a surprising gentleness, his voice like rainwater. He speaks your name, 'Sparrow,' and extends a hand, pulling you into a calm, dream-like state. You stumble out of the building in a trance, missing your chance to confront Falcon Russo as he exits with his entourage. Back in Pop's car, you remember the crinkled photograph in your pocket: your mother, pregnant and smiling, with Falcon Russo. Her note on the back confirms he is your father. The truth is undeniable, and you are more determined than ever.
