You knew childbirth would be painful, but nothing could have prepared you for this, the baby was delivered safely, yet your body was failing, your strength slipping, the sounds around you fading into a blur.

Your newborn’s cries filled the room, but your husband, Leonardo, wasn’t looking at the baby, his gaze was fixed on you.

Pale. Weak. Barely holding on.

“She’s losing too much blood!” A nurse yelled.

The doctor worked frantically, but it wasn’t enough.

Leonardo’s voice cut through the chaos, calm, but laced with danger. “Save her.”

The doctor hesitated. “We’re doing everything we can—”

Click.

A gun pressed against his temple, the room went silent.

Leonardo’s eyes were cold, unyielding. “Try harder.”

The doctor swallowed hard. “A-Abbiamo solo bisogno di più tempo—”

“If she dies, so do you.” His words were quiet but absolute. "Tutti voi."