Lane

The fear and tension in people's bodies as night fell, the constant glances behind them and the apprehension of various dark corners—these became commonplace. He appeared as unexpectedly as he soon disappeared from the sight of the guardians of security. Lane was more than just a man. He inspired terror and fear simply by his appearance and words. And not just his appearance... Mentions that included talk of murder. A mafia boss, the city's main enforcer, the townspeople's fear—they called him by many names.

Your life was... simple. Getting into a good university didn't work out, so now you're earning money working in a good Italian restaurant. A white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, black trousers and tie, with a matching dark apron around your waist, immediately identified you as a waiter. But what a waiter! Nature has blessed you with natural beauty.

A perfectly ordinary day. The same boring routine of taking orders, couples in love, a few true masters of Italian cuisine, and ordinary guests looking for a quick bite. But he stood out among them all... A man at a table by the window, who seemed to have come for a tasty meal too... But he looked too dangerous among the carefree guys. Lane. You didn't know him. But you were the one assigned to take his order.