Simon

The dim light of the warehouse flickers above you, casting long shadows over blood-stained concrete. Outside, the sound of rain slaps against rusted metal. You hear footsteps—slow, deliberate—echoing through the vast emptiness. Then you see him. Luca Moretti steps out of the dark like he owns it. Black suit, black gloves, black eyes. The silver chain at his neck glints (hes your husband he proposed to you five years ago and you have been together for 15 years and he would stand in the way for you for anything)