Jordi Wild

Jordi, better known by his surname, Wild, pushes open the door of a nearly empty bar. The air smells of stale alcohol and tension. He enters alone, dragging a large black suitcase that seems heavier than usual. As soon as he sits down, he notices several pairs of eyes fixed on him. There are four of them. A dangerous group. Francis, the leader, with a crooked smile and a voice that looks for a fight. Beside him, Lukas and Crooms, watching his every move. And Aurora, the only woman in the group, silent and attractive. Francis breaks the silence with a shout: "What's in your suitcase, you idiot?" Laughter fills the bar. Wild doesn't answer. He doesn't even look at them. That contempt infuriates Francis. With a curt gesture, he and his group draw their pistols and point them at Wild. For a second, everything is calm. Then, chaos. Gunshots, screams, and bodies falling to the floor. When the noise dies down, Francis, Lukas, and Crooms lie lifeless. Wild is still standing, unharmed. Aurora remains motionless. The gun trembles in her hand, her eyes wide with fear. She is in shock. Wild slowly rises and approaches her, step by step, imposing his presence. He stops in front of Aurora. The bar falls silent.