Marcelina's POV The moment the jet doors opened, a strange feeling settled in my chest.This was it.Italy.I stepped down slowly, one foot after the other, my movements careful... almost hesitant. The air wasn't cold, but I felt cold anyway. And without thinking, I wrapped my arms around myself."It's just Italy" I told myself even as the words sounded pathetic to me. "There's nothing bad in trying somewhere new."The moment I lifted my eyes and took in my surroundings, I froze. Not because it was beautiful. But because the atmosphere felt... off.Too different.Five sleek, identical black cars were lined up neatly ahead, waiting.And the men...There were so many of them. Every single one dressed the same way—black suits, black ties, polished black shoes. Dark shades hid their eyes, and a thin wire ran from their ears, disappearing beneath their collars.They were tall, broad, intimidating, and looked... unreal. Like something straight out of a movie.My stomach coiled and a faint
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