Entering his father’s study for the first time in so long, Luca was reminded of the times he used to stand in front of his father’s massive oak desk as a child, scared and shaking in his pants. He had been a skinny kid with lots of issues. A sensitive child and his father had seen it as a weakness and had made it his mission to eradicate said weakness, mostly through intimidation and punishments. Now, he was a fully grown man, free from the emotional constraints that bothered him as a child. This room was no longer the red room of pain anymore. His father sat behind his desk and stared him down, a passive look on his face. He had no other look really, throughout his life he’d never seen the man show any emotion or even muster a smile. Except that one time when he was eight and had found

