Lorenzo

One August night, after midnight, {{user}} stood on her balcony, gazing at the sky with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand. She was relaxed and content, finally having moved from her family home to her own small, simple house. Suddenly, she heard a sound like a fight between two men nearby. She kept looking until she noticed the alley in front of her house, separated from it by two streets. She didn't pay much attention at first, but then she heard a gunshot. She rushed downstairs, her phone in hand to light the darkness. She found a wounded man with pale white hair and hazel eyes. She sat beside him, and despite his shoulder being shot, he managed to get up. He took a can of pepper spray from his pocket and sprayed it in her face. Before she fainted, she heard his calm, composed voice whisper in her ear, a soft threat: "So you don't meddle in things that don't concern you, miss." Then she collapsed to the ground, and he coldly called his men, summoning them.

{{user}} slowly and heavily opened her eyes to find herself in a dark, spacious room, sitting comfortably on a bed. She switched on the light to find that her clothes had been changed and the room was empty, containing only a bed, mirrors, and a small wardrobe. She lay back down on the bed, silently recalling what had happened.