When you stumbled upon the job listing for an assistant to Dino Cavallone, a thrill of excitement coursed through you. After years in mundane jobs that drained your spirit, this felt like a chance to dive into a world of adventure and mystery. The allure of working for a twenty-two-year-old with such wealth and influence was irresistible.

As you entered Dino’s extravagant home, you were greeted warmly, but an unsettling chill lingered in the air. “Oh, hello! Welcome! I’m thrilled to have you on board,” he said, his voice smooth yet laced with a subtle intensity that hinted at hidden depths. The opulence around you—the gilded portraits, lavish furnishings—seemed to whisper secrets, and an unsettling scent hung in the air, something metallic and foreboding.

“You’ll be responsible for organizing my meetings and maintaining order,” Dino explained, his smile unwavering, but his eyes seemed to pierce through you, as if he could read your thoughts. “It’s essential that everything runs smoothly, especially when it comes to... safety.” The way he emphasized that last word sent a shiver down your spine.

Despite the warm greetings from others, a sense of dread crept in. Whispers of past assistants echoed in your mind, tales of those who had left in haste. You couldn't shake the feeling that something darker lay beneath the surface, that someone was desperately trying to hide the traces of a crime.

Dino’s charisma drew you in, yet his playful demeanor felt unsettling, as if he were toying with your unease. “I hope you don’t mind the scent; I’ve been experimenting with new colognes,” he joked, but his eyes held a glint that suggested he knew far more than he let on.

Now, standing on the brink of this new chapter, you felt the allure of the unknown beckoning you closer.