Just then, another La Rosa recruit, a woman named Sofia, slipped into the room, her face pale with fear.
Eunice's eyes widened in recognition before narrowing in panic, “Sofia!" She hissed, gaze darting frantically in the direction of Santoro before pinning the other woman with a scared look, “You shouldn't be in here."
But Sofia shook her head frantically.
"Eunice," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You have to get out of here. This isn't what it seems."
The escort frowned, her confusion growing. "What are you talking about?" she asked.
"Santoro," Sofia said, her voice trembling. "He's… he's a monster. He collects women. He keeps them locked away, treating them like dolls. No one ever sees them again."
Eunice's blood ran cold. She had heard rumours about Santoro, whispers o
