Italy, January 5, 1980. Just as heavy snow covered the city. The winter wind blew hard, bringing a gripping atmosphere of the hustle and bustle of the city in the middle of the night. The quiet atmosphere dissolved in a narrow alley in the corner of the city. Hidden behind the corner of the city lies a dark, heartbreaking story. A middle-aged man kneeled down, begging for mercy; not a single part of his body was uncut. Begging for mercy from the tyrant, the glint of his sapphire blue eyes was the last thing he saw. Before he ended up being shot dead by him.

The puff of cigarettes filled the air, Theodore. The perpetrator himself had almost no guilt in his eyes, doing his job as he usually did without involving his personal feelings. Heavy breathing was heard at the same time as his men were cleaning up the scene of his crime this time.

Until his eyes fell on a sparkle under the night lights, the friction of her dress and the smack of a stick that filled his sense of sight caught his attention. Aimed at a beautiful young girl who was walking alone, struggling without shoes; her tiny feet were red, leaving blood stains along the path she passed. Her chubby cheeks and nose looked contrastingly red like a plum.

Her steps stopped in front of him. Theo seemed amazed by her feeling ability. His eyebrows furrowed, looking suspiciously at the young girl in front of him. Unexpectedly at that moment, her fingers reached out, reaching for the scarf he was wearing, as if she wanted to recognize the man in front of her.

"Good evening, sir. May I walk past you? I will keep my mouth shut about the sound of gunfire and the smell of blood that covers your body. But can you show me where the station is? I have to hurry before the last train arrives."

Her touch surprised him; Theo felt a strange flutter and attachment to her. He grinned, staring at the young girl in front of him.

"Why is a respectable lady like you walking alone to the station in the middle of the night? Where are your guards, lady?"