Italy, evening, on a mountain...
"The way you destroyed my past, I will destroy your present and future the same way."
Dressed entirely in black, a tall, broad man of about 27, holding a cigarette, stared straight ahead with a blank expression as he spoke.
Suddenly, his phone rang. With a voice laced with irritation, he said, "What's the news?"
From the other side, his assistant replied, "Sir, we’ve tracked him. He’s hiding in a small area right here in Italy."
In a cold, emotionless tone, the man said, "Then why is he still alive? His screams should have reached my ears by now."
The assistant answered, "Of course, sir."
The man continued, "I will finish him with my own hands. I want to see him burn, writhing, right before my eyes. Send me his address."
The call ended immediately after.
Moments later, a line of cars stopped outside a small house. Guards stepped out first, and through them, the man in black appeared. With a sly smile, he said,
"Today is the end of your life, by Daniel Wilson!"
He laughed loudly, almost maniacally.
Just then, the assistant said, hesitating, "Sir, there’s one more thing..."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"There’s a girl living there too. She just came back from school a little while ago."
Daniel’s voice hardened. "But he didn’t have a daughter!"
The assistant paused, "Yes sir, you’re right. That man doesn’t have a daughter… but still, a girl entered the house."
She wore a school uniform and looked about 15–16. The man was treating her with great care.
Daniel looked at the house, his voice sharp as steel, "No matter what happens, today I will kill this man. Even if someone else dies with him. Make sure that girl burns too!"
The assistant nodded, and soon flames erupted. The man inside ran in panic, while the 16-year-old girl, realizing smoke was everywhere, clutched her teddy bear and ran outside.
Seeing her, the man shouted, "Go hide in the backyard! There’s trouble here!"
"But what’s happening? Why is there smoke everywhere?" the girl asked, terrified.
"I’ll explain everything later. For now, go hide!" he ordered.
The sound of the door breaking made Vivienne even more frightened, and he peered out. Guards rushed in, smashing everything in their path.
Seeing this, Vivienne pleaded, "Stop! Please! I know whose men you are. I’ll apologize to them. Please stop!"
A guard approached and punched him in the face. "You know well that sir doesn’t forgive traitors. Only death awaits them. Do you think he’ll forgive you?"
Falling to his knees, Vivienne begged, "Forgive me! I’ll serve you all my life. Please don’t kill me!"
The guard said, "Ask forgiveness from the boss, not us. He shows no mercy. Prepare to die."
Vivienne closed his eyes, thinking this might be his last moment.