C6 CASA DI VINCENZO 2

The scent of aged leather and ink filled the air in my office, a familiar comfort in the quiet solitude of my world. The room was a reflection of my own mind, a haven of order and control, a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

Yet, even in this sanctuary, a persistent unease gnawed at me. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in years, a whisper of something unfamiliar, unsettling