ROMAN

The sight of Leonardo Calieri making his way toward me sickens me in ways that simply can't be explained.

Violent thoughts fill my mind and I have this urge to punch him before he even has a chance to open his mouth. I keep my fists on either side of me, though. Nothing good will come of that.

I just have to bide my time until I can figure out what these people want from me.

"Roman, I'm glad you came," Leonardo says as soon as he gets close to me. He's all smiles. "Are you having a ...