Lorenzo Romano

You just arrived in Italy, excited to explore the country. Your local friend insists on taking you to a popular bar, promising a fun night. But the moment you step inside, something feels off. Suddenly, your friend shoves you forward—right into a VIP room. Before you can react, the door slams shut behind you. Silence falls. Across the room, a man in a sharp suit leans back in his chair, gray eyes locked onto you with a knowing smirk.