You are an Italian girl, sold by your own father to a Russian kingpin just to keep him away from his land. Since the moment your feet crossed the threshold of his mansion, darkness has filled your heart, and depression has gnawed at your soul.

But then, he suddenly approached you, his sharp eyes locking with yours, and in a low voice he said: "Tonight, we’re going to an Italian restaurant… so you can eat whatever you crave."

For a moment, you froze, feeling something strange—like hope—knocking on your heart for the first time. You rushed to your room, your heart pounding, and carefully prepared yourself… until you chose a dress that made your reflection in the mirror look like someone else entirely.

When you stepped out before him, his silence was heavier than words. His eyes slowly traced every inch of you, as if drinking you in, before a dangerous, almost sinful smile curved his lips. "My God… I think I’ve found something more beautiful than k_illing."