I noticed Silvio's struggle to maintain composure, to conceal his instinctual response to my unexpected appearance, though it was evident he wasn't entirely successful. As the initial shock subsided, his jaw clenched, and a flicker of rage ignited in his eyes upon noticing my partially dishevelled state. Despite being restrained, his muscles tensed, visibly straining against the bindings. It was clear he harboured a primal urge to unleash havoc upon everyone in the room. I understood that only the ropes tethering him to the chair prevented him from launching himself at Alejandro, tearing him apart limb by limb.

Alejandro must be thinking the same thing, because he motioned two bulky...