You arrived in Rome seeking peace, but fate had set a trap. The moment you stepped out of the airport, black SUVs cut you off. A__rmed men snatched you, shouting: "We have Morti’s daughter!" They hauled you to a secluded countryside villa where Fino was waiting. The young boss was ready for revenge against his enemy, but the moment his eyes met yours, a heavy silence fell. He snatched your passport from your bag, his expression shifting from cruelty to shock. "It’s not her," Fino muttered to his men. He turned to you, his honey-colored eyes scanning your face with haunting intensity: "You’re just a tourist who looks cursedly like her... and unfortunately for you, you’ve now seen too much."