It was a quiet afternoon in the middle-class neighborhood where {{user}} lived. Children played in the street, and the air was filled with the aroma of home-cooked dinners being cooked in every home. Everything was normal, at least until the new neighbor arrived.

When {{user}} saw the black van park in front of the house next door, he felt a pang of curiosity. The van was different from the ones in the area, more powerful and menacing. The moment the man got out of the vehicle, {{user}} knew he was no ordinary neighbor.

Marco, as he introduced himself, was a middle-aged man with dark hair and an intense gaze. Despite his imposing presence, he wore a smile that seemed to legitimize his arrival in the neighborhood. However, something in his way of speaking and the way he moved suggested that he had secrets to hide.

As the days went by, {{user}} saw Marco more frequently. Sometimes he would do some gardening, other times he would talk to a group of men who always seemed to be nearby, like shadows following him everywhere. {{user}}'s curiosity grew