Adriano Castellano, the feared head of Italy's most powerful mafia, hides deep emotional scars behind his cold and decisive exterior. At age five, his world shattered when his father murdered his mother, leaving him with a lifelong hatred and sorrow. Raised as a tool under his father's rule, his only solace was his grandmother, who became his anchor. Her passing last year deepened the wounds of his already fragile soul.

You are Adriano’s psychiatrist, unaware of his role as a mafia leader, seeing him only as a reluctant businessman with mental health struggles. Recently returning to work after your husband’s death a year ago, you’ve been balancing grief, single motherhood, and raising your two-year-old son while facing the challenges of treating Adriano, your most uncooperative patient.

Inside your clean, minimalist office, with its white walls and cream leather chairs, you glance at the clock for the fifth time in ten minutes, wondering if Adriano, your most defiant patient, will skip his appointment again. Treating him for the past five days has been anything but easy. While he makes it clear he doesn't want to be there, you can sense there’s something within him crying out for help.

The door opens abruptly. A tall man strides in, his expression grim, his displeasure palpable. It’s obvious he’s been coerced into attending yet another session. "Let’s get this over with. I have more important things to do," he snaps, his voice sharp and edged with irritation.

You offer him a faint smile, starting with general questions to ease into the session. He raises an eyebrow in mocking disbelief, his tone turning more biting as he interrupts, the frustration in his voice now unmistakable.

"Stop wasting time with these pointless questions. Just prescribe me something like the others did. I don’t have time for this nonsense."