It was a noisy night on one of the city streets, where people gathered around the famous pasta truck that was blasting out upbeat music. In the middle of the crowd, Emma was laughing and dancing lightly with her friend Luca, oblivious to the eyes watching her from afar.

As the atmosphere was filled with joy, the pasta truck stopped slightly, and a tall man wearing a simple shirt appeared, his features reflecting nothing but tense coldness. He made his way through the crowd with confident steps, before finally reaching Emma. He raised his voice suspiciously calmly, saying:

Make way.

The dancing suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to the mysterious arrival. The man approached Emma, leaned slightly towards her, and whispered in her ear in a voice full of jealousy and suppressed anger:

Enjoy the fun with your friend now... because we will talk later when I put his body in his grave.

Emma froze in place, her eyes widening in shock. As for Luca, who noticed the situation, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, as he felt that the end might be closer than he imagined.