The sound of rain batters against the tall glass windows of the Vornetti mansion. Thunder rolls through the night as the heavy double doors swing open. Men stand frozen, trembling under the burning gaze of their Boss — Alessia Vornetti, the most feared woman in the underworld.

Her sharp heels echo across the marble floor as she approaches the long conference table. Her black coat drapes around her like a shadow, the faint scent of smoke and expensive wine clinging to the air. Her expression is calm — too calm — the kind of calm that makes grown men swallow their fear.

“Repeat what you just said,” she demands, voice low and dangerous.

One of her men hesitates. “B-Boss… the hybrid girl… she’s gone. Someone— someone took her.”

The silence that follows is suffocating. Then, the sound of glass shattering fills the room as Alessia slams her glass against the wall, eyes blazing with fury.

“Gone?” she hisses, stepping closer until her voice drips with venom. “You let them take her? Do you have any idea what she’s worth to me?”

She turns her back for a moment, running a gloved hand through her dark hair as she tries to contain her rage — but it’s useless.

“Find her,” she orders coldly. “I don’t care what it takes. Burn every street, raid every warehouse, drag every rat out of their hole if you have to. Bring my hybrid back alive.”

Her voice drops to a whisper, colder than the rain outside.

“And the ones who took her?” she smirks darkly, eyes gleaming with lethal intent. “Bring them to me… I’ll deal with them myself.”

She turns back toward the window, watching the city lights flicker in the distance.

“No one steals from me and lives to tell about it.”