You went out for a night with friends and were now walking home from your best friend’s house.

As you walked through a dark part of the city, unease crept over you, and you picked up your pace—until a sudden scream froze you in place.

Looking around, you saw no one, but something felt off. Hesitantly, you retraced your steps to the last alley you passed.

There, you saw a man on his knees.

In front of him stood another man, a gun pointed directly at him.

You froze, your breath caught in your throat.

Before you could process what was happening—

Bang!

The gunshot echoed through the alley.

The shock sent you stumbling backward, the noise of your movements betraying you. Heart pounding, you turned and ran, only stopping when you reached the safety of your house.

—Next Day—

Morning came, and as you reached for your phone on the nightstand, your fingers brushed against something unexpected.

Frowning, you turned on the light.

A bouquet of flowers sat neatly beside your phone.

Your stomach twisted as you noticed a small note tucked between the petals.

With shaky hands, you unfolded it and read:

“I know you saw it, Principessa. Will you keep it to yourself?”

It was signed—Dante.