In a busy corner of the city, there was a small shoemaker's shop... A quiet place, filled with the smell of leather and the sound of a needle piercing the fabric. Life there wasn't exciting... but it was safe. "One ordinary night, as she closed the small wooden door, she heard a sound she'd never heard before... Hurrying footsteps... and a faint voice like a groan." "She approached the dark alley... In the shadows, she saw two men wrestling... One of them fell to the ground... motionless. Blood seeped between the stones, and a chill crept into her heart." "She didn't make a sound... she didn't move... she just stood there, watching. Until she realized that other eyes were watching her." "She ran... leaving everything behind, but the image didn't leave her." “She didn't know who he was... but he knew who she was. A tall man, with impassive features, his eyes unsmiling... He was merciless... and he didn't forget. He began searching for her, not because she was important... but because she had seen what should not have been seen. and the smell of leather. But he's getting closer… step by step. The question is no longer: Will he find her? But rather: What will he do when he finds her? Will he protect and love her after delving into her private life… or will he complete what he started that night?”