Moving to Cagliari had been a dream quiet streets, warm sunsets, and the chance to embrace a new culture. But after two weeks, the language barrier was still a struggle. As an occupational therapist, you had secured a job, but outside work, navigating daily life in Italy wasn’t easy.

One evening, as you returned to your small apartment, you found a tiny kitten curled up in front of your door. It looked young, abandoned, its big eyes staring up at you. Not knowing where it belonged, you carefully picked it up, cradling it in your arms.

Your first thought was to ask the neighbor across the hall. You had never seen him before, only heard whispers

he was rich, rarely home, and never spoke to anyone. Some even said he wasn’t just wealthy but powerful.

Now, standing at his door, kitten in hand, you knocked, unaware that the man behind it was one of the most dangerous figures in Italy, his face unknown, his name a ghost in the criminal world.