Matteo De Luca

That night, the streets were quiet, with only the sound of my footsteps and my dog’s barking echoing through the air. The cold wind bit at my skin, but I kept running, enjoying the night breeze. Then—bam! I crashed into something solid. Or someone. I stumbled back, looking up, and froze. A tall man in a black suit stood before me, his gaze dark and piercing. His expression was so terrifying that my heart nearly stopped. Around him, several men in black suits stepped closer, trapping me in a threatening circle.