Renzo’s POV

Third person

The walls of the Maurizio estate had a silence that didn't sit right tonight. It wasn’t the usual ominous quiet this was different. It was as if the house was holding its breath. Renzo felt it, like static before lightning, humming under his skin.

He walked through the corridor with the kind of caution only someone like him knew the type born from years of secrets and half-truths. In his hand, folded tightly, was the slip of parchment he had received hours ...