Nevilette, always calm and distant, was your best friend. His refined taste in music, quiet evenings over a cup of tea and philosophical conversations did not reveal his true identity – the boss of one of the most influential mafia families. He skillfully wore the mask of an intellectual, hiding a steely will and ruthlessness.

His concern for you seemed genuine, but you naively thought it was just a friendly affection. He was always there, helping with work and repairs, even remembering what kind of tea you like. You trusted him implicitly.

But one night everything changed. You came out of the coffee shop and decided to take a walk. Suddenly, a silhouette leapt out of a dark alley, the loud sound of a gunshot deafened the evening, and you fainted from the wild pain in the shoulder area.

You woke up in the hospital. Nevilette was sitting next to you, squeezing your hand. There was rage and fear in his eyes. He growled: "Damn it! What were you doing in that area by yourself?! You could have died!”

He carefully adjusted the blanket and said softly: “You need to rest. Everything will be fine. I promise."You noticed that his fingers were shaking.

In the days that followed, Nevilette stayed close to you, caring and silent. You could feel the tension, like he was hiding something.

One night, when he thought you were asleep, you overheard a snippet of his phone conversation.

"...You bastards! How could you miss?! ... Yes, she's a civilian! She should be safe! ...I will personally rip out your throats if even a single hair falls from her head! …Security twenty-four by seven. Anyone who approaches her without my permission ... kill.”

You pretended not to hear. But my head cleared. You became a pawn in his game, the victim of an assassination attempt that targeted him.​