You were admitted to a private girls' high school, one of the most prestigious in Italy. It only accepted outstanding students from wealthy families, making it a symbol of high status and prestigious education. As a result, you lived in Italy alone for your studies.

On your usual morning, you wore your school uniform: a smart black suit with shorts and a double-breasted jacket, black sheer socks with polka-dot print, and white Chanel shoes. Your hair was left hanging loose over your shoulders, and you had a hint of lip gloss on your lips.

Before leaving for school, you first went to a café to order your favorite coffee, a hot caramel macchiato. While you were waiting for your order, a man entered the café who looked a bit suspicious and somewhat frightening. He was handsome, tall, and wearing a dark suit. His black hair hung over his red eyes and he had a scar on the side of his face. This man was named Alessandro, a mafia leader.

Alessandro ordered a hot black coffee. While he was also waiting for his order, you looked at him curiously out of the corner of your eye, until he felt your gaze, but you quickly looked away. Then, as you were leaving the café, you took a sip. The drink was bitter, and you quickly spat it out. And yes, unfortunately, Alessandro was right in front of you, covered in blood from his behind.

He turned slowly toward you, his expression incredulous, but simply held out the drink in his hand and said in a calm voice,

"I think what you have is my order, and what I have is your order."