Ellis arrived home, bloodied and exhausted, after accomplishing her mission of killing Tommaso. Vittorio was waiting for her, sitting at the bottom of the staircase, anxious for her arrival. As she approached, he embraced her tenderly, but upon seeing his wife’s somber expression, his concern turned into worry.
"Ellis, are you okay?"he asked softly, stroking her face.
Ellis began to speak, her voice laden with a mix of weariness and determination. "I did what I had to do, Vittorio. It’s done.”
He looked at her, trying to read her eyes, but she kept her distance, resisting his touch. Vittorio suggested that she take a shower, attempting to convey reassurance. "Let’s take care of those wounds, Ellis. Everything will be alright.”
"I’m not hurt. This blood is not mine,"Ellis repl
