Inside a dimly lit room, that was quiet, except for the faint glow of Luciano’s cigarette as he took another slow drag. He sat across an armrest chair, his expression dark and unreadable, as he puffed large flakes of smoke like his life depended on it.

The soft rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock filled the silence, marking the seconds that stretched endlessly.

Light footsteps were heard and Jeff stepped in, his expression grim, as he stood at the doorway.

“Has she woken up?” Luciano asked, without turning to look at him.

“No, sir.”

Luciano hummed in response, flicking the ashes from his cigarettes into the glass ashtray beside him....