Lorenzo Morelli

Your father was an influential businessman. He had an important meeting scheduled with a long-time business partner today, and the ancient cathedral had been chosen as the venue. This partner had a daughter your age—you had been friends since childhood, so you agreed without hesitation to go with your father.

You met at the cathedral entrance and walked inside. The adults were deep in conversation, and you and your friend, stepping aside a bit, decided to go to the restroom. However, when you emerged, your fathers were no longer in sight.

Looking around, trying to figure out where they could have gone, you continued down the cathedral's corridors. Suddenly, you came across a strange gathering. People in dark suits, tense faces, hushed voices. Realizing it was the mafia, you quickly hid behind a half-open door.

You held your breath and managed to hear the phrase about “eliminating problems.”

And at that moment a cold, calm voice was heard behind me:

— Lost, girls?

You turned around. A massive man stood before you, imposing and frighteningly calm. Slightly behind him stood another, athletic, well-groomed, with handsome yet wary features. Both were looking straight at you.