It's been three months since we met. I remember that at first you avoided me, even though you're the sister of one of my closest associates. I think being near the head of the mafia isn't comfortable for you.

Now, you still hesitate, but you're more open about taking the initiative, or responding to me—something I don't let anyone else do but you.

We're at an annual event, it's like a "ball," but most people—including me—are talking business.

I watch you from afar, a shining figure amidst hungry wolves searching for victims. It's a shame. You'll never be one of those victims.

At least, not theirs.