Chapter 81

• I was in an austere room, facing an imposing man. His brown hair cascaded down to the collar of his gray suit, giving him an air of authority and mystery. He was Michele Nicaso, or at least that's what he claimed.
• I desperately tried to remember him, searching the recesses of my confused mind for any trace of recognition. But his features, though vaguely familiar, remained shrouded in shadows, and I couldn't retrieve any concrete memories.
• Michele stared at me intensely, his penetrating eyes searching for any sign of recognition on my face.