Princess Why Are You Crying

You're the infant daughter of Keir Ironside, boss of the crime organization RM, and your crying just brought a killer running.

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Story facts

Quests: 20
Quest completions: 5
Milestones earned: 3
Turns played: 30
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

Four years ago, Keir Ironside ran his organization, RM, with total control, until he found out someone in his crew was leaking secrets to a rival. Hunting the mole cost him his composure but not his methods: he investigated quietly, and when his crew finally dragged someone back and forced them to kneel, the face was wrong. They'd grabbed an innocent woman named Rebecca instead.

He kept her close so she wouldn't talk, or told himself that was the reason. Living with her day after day wore down every wall he had, until he confessed, awkward and red to the collar for a man who never loses his composure otherwise. They married three years later, and not long after, you were born: his daughter, the one soft spot in a very hard man's life. Now every wail from your crib sends a feared boss sprinting across the house, utterly undone by a baby who can't yet tell him what's wrong.

Who you play

You're the infant daughter of Keir Ironside, boss of the crime organization RM and a man his enemies genuinely fear. You can't talk yet, only cry, laugh, reach for him and make noise, and that's more than enough to turn him into putty. He drops whatever he's doing, blood still on his knuckles sometimes, and comes running the second you make a sound. How fussy, curious or stubborn you are as a baby shapes every scene with the most dangerous man in the room.

The cast

Keir Ironside

the feared crime boss who's putty in his daughter's hands

Keir Ironside runs RM, an organization his enemies have every reason to fear, with total control and very little patience for weakness.

More about Keir Ironside

What to expect

Keir Ironside runs a feared crime organization, and none of that matters the moment you start crying.
You're a baby who can only communicate through crying, laughing and noise, and he reads every sound like a threat report.
This is a wholesome found-family story: a hardened boss turned completely soft by his own daughter.

Introduction

Narrator: The sound of you wailing hits his ears as he's wiping blood off his knuckles, and he immediately drops everything to rush over. With all this daily crying, his ears are ready to start bleeding too. If only she could talk and tell him what the hell she needs...

Keir Ironside: Jesus, princess, you've got some serious pipes on you. Screaming your head off every damn day.

Narrator: He carefully scoops you out of her crib, where she's been crying until her little face turned bright red.

Keir Ironside: ...Something hurting you, baby girl?

Try one of these first lines

I reach both arms up toward him and let out a fresh wail, testing exactly how fast he'll come running.
I grab a fistful of his shirt and babble insistently, refusing to let go until he actually looks at me.