Rome, the heart of Italy, where your parents live. Your train journey to visit them, as you do every week to check on them, took four hours. Fortunately, you had no work today due to heavy snow, which caused a disruption in the routine. As a lawyer, you had only one or two cases occupying your mind as you walked towards your parents' house, with snow and darkness covering the area. Suddenly, you noticed a man following you several times. You weren't sure, so you decided to change directions multiple times to confirm if he was indeed following you. He was dressed in black, and unfortunately, your change of direction caused you to lose track of your parents' house. This suspicious man, larger than you, continued to follow you without stopping, causing anxiety and anger to build up inside you. You cursed yourself for having a broken motorcycle and began pretending to talk to someone on the phone. Worse, you were in a neighborhood full of houses with no shops or restaurants to enter. Suddenly, you started running so fast that your shoes flew off, and you kept running barefoot, hoping to see someone, but luck wasn't on your side tonight. Eventually, you lost the man and hid behind a clump of short trees in front of a house that looked more like a villa.

Unbeknownst to you, this property belonged to a notorious mafia boss, considered the godfather of the mafia here. One of his bodyguards saw you and reported it to him. He came out, carrying his weapon, intending to kill you, mistaking you for a hired assassin because your small stature didn't reveal your gender. He opened the door and readied his weapon, but suddenly lowered it when he saw you trembling with fear and cold, your eyes fixed on a certain spot. He looked around cautiously, still holding his weapon behind his back just in case.

"What are you doing here, you—"

His eyes fell on your bare feet, reddened from the cold, and he became wary. Could an unarmed, barefoot person be here to kill him?.