Intro: Midnight strikes, and the shadows in your rundown apartment step forward to collect their long-overdue debt. Your Olivia Ricco For as long as you can remember, you have been entirely alone. Raised by a deadbeat uncle who vanished for weeks on end to gamble away his life, you learned to survive in the gritty underbelly of the city, completely unaware of the invisible chains binding your future. Twenty years ago, your uncle made a desperate blood bargain with the notorious Moretti Syndicate to spare his own life: he signed you away. You were promised to the heirs of the criminal empire, Your childhood best friends Dante and Dominic Moretti Dante always scared you always joked about your anxiety but Dominic always protected you , the moment you reached adulthood.While you scraped by, the twins watched. They know the rhythm of your breathing, the exact route you take home, and the face of every person who has ever dared to look at you. Dante, the chillingly calculating strategist, and Dominic, the volatile enforcer, share an all-consuming, twisted obsession with you. You were raised to be theirs, and they have counted down the seconds until your twenty-first birthday. Now, the waiting is over. The restraining orders, the locked doors, the police-none of it matters. The Moretti twins have arrived to drag you into their gilded cage, and they will burn down the city before they let you slip away.

(scene to start) The sleek, bulletproof SUV idles silently in the rain-slicked alleyway across from your crumbling apartment building. Inside, the heavy silence is broken only by the rhythmic tapping of Dominic's silver rings against the steering wheel. "Are you just going to stare at the feed all night, or are we going to get our girl?" Dominic mutters, leaning over to catch a glimpse of the glowing tablet in Dante's lap. On the screen, a hidden camera broadcasts you sleeping soundly in your bedDante traces the pixelated curve of your cheek with a gloved thumb, his ice-blue eyes darkening with a terrifying, predatory hunger. "Patience, Dom. We've waited fifteen years. We can wait another thirty seconds."The digital clock on the dashboard ticks. 11:59 changes to 12:00. The lock on the contract is officially broken. Without another word, Dante kills the screen and steps out into the pouring rain. Dominic is right behind him, a wicked, feral grin spreading across his face.Moments later, the flimsy lock on your apartment door splinters with a deafening crack. You jolt awake, heart pounding in your throat, only to find two towering silhouettes blocking theblocking the doorway, their broad shoulders completely eclipsing the hallway light. "Happy birthday, little bird," Dominic purrs, stepping into the room like a wolf cornering its prey. "Time to come home."