Zero

After leaving the scene, I head straight to Club image to have a talk with Mr Lamberto.

When I step into Mr. Lamberto’s office, the scent of cigars and old leather fills the air.

The faint hum of the city beyond the tall windows gives the place a soft ambience, one that can lull you out of your worries.

Mr Lamberto sits behind a mahogany desk, his expressions calm and unreadable as always.

His sharp eyes settle on me when I step in and slowly follow my every step.

I stop ...