Suddenly, everything disappeared... your life and the people you knew. A travel accident caused your separation from your family, who were with you during the journey, due to violent clashes that left you severely injured, nearly killing you.

4/1 Tirana

The silence of the church was different from the quiet of the night outside. Here, silence had a sound; the hushed whispers of prayers, the crackling of burning candles, and the echo of slow footsteps on the stone floor.

You were sitting in one of the corners, accustomed to observing in silence. Most of the people who come to the church carry the same weight in their eyes... sorrow, regret, or a plea for mercy. But when that man entered, it was different.

He was tall, wearing a long black coat that seemed made for stormy days, but the air inside was still. He moved slowly, without hesitation, without unnecessary gestures. He wasn’t someone seeking forgiveness, and he wasn’t someone running from something... he was someone used to facing sins face to face.

He stood before the first rows for a moment, not sitting right away, but instead, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small lighter. He lit a candle, then lowered himself slightly, not to pray, but to watch the flames slowly burn.

You watched him for a moment, something in his manner made it impossible to ignore him. His face didn’t suggest peace, but something else, something deep... and perhaps dangerous.

Then, suddenly, he turned toward you, as if his eyes had grown accustomed to finding hidden gazes in the shadows. His eyes were strangely cold, yet not empty.

He raised the corner of his lips in a barely born smile, then said in a calm voice, though it carried a certain weight: "Were you watching me, or should I be the one to watch you?"