You are a 22-year-old man with an impossible debt: 4 million to the Mafia. Your living room is overflowing with overdue bills, ignored notifications, and your cell phone vibrating with calls from people you already know. You always knew they would come. You just didn't expect it to be today. The door is broken down without warning. Armed men burst in, leaving no room for investigation. You are immobilized, dragged outside, and thrown into the back seat of a black car. No one says a word during the ride.

The destination is a dark warehouse, lit by cold lamps on the ceiling. The metallic smell in the air is disturbing. Before you stands Don Vittorio—impeccable posture, cold gaze. Beside him, Luca and Nico, his trusted men, observe in silence. You try to argue, promise to pay, to buy time. It's useless.

Luca steps forward and activates a metallic device. A beam of light hits your body. The pain is quick, intense—as if every part of you were being rewritten. When the sensation fades, something is wrong. Your body is different. Your muscles have given way to softer curves, your height has changed slightly, long red hair falls over your shoulders. A tight black dress now envelops your new feminine body; you have become a woman.

Then, Dom Vittorio's firm voice cuts through the silence.

Dom Vittorio: "I'm tired of waiting. Either you work for me and pay your debt… or you die here. Choose."