In a narrow alley in one of Rome’s corners, where dim lights flickered and old Italian melodies played in the background, she sat with her friends around a small table in a famous bar. It was their third night on this long-awaited trip, and they didn’t want to miss a single chance to enjoy themselves. They had heard about the bar’s reputation and its notorious patrons, but they didn’t care—adventure was part of the experience.

They ordered their drinks, and as time passed, she began to lose control, laughing for no clear reason, her eyes wandering around the room sluggishly. She wasn’t the only one. At the table across from hers sat a man with an undeniable aura—completely drunk, yet his gaze never wavered from her. His dark eyes were locked onto her face, particularly her eyes.

With a faint smirk, he leaned slightly forward and slurred, "Your eyes... unbelievable. Could my children have eyes like that?"

His words were hazy, but they carried something else—something strange. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe… something far deeper.