"Clara lived in a small, cozy apartment above a bakery, the sweet scent of bread and pastries a constant comfort. Her life was simple, quiet. She worked as a librarian, surrounded by the stories she loved. Her days were filled with the gentle rustle of pages, the hushed whispers of readers, and the comforting weight of books in her hands.Her family was small but close-knit. Her mother, a warm and loving woman, ran the bakery downstairs. Her father, a retired teacher, spent his days tending to his small garden on the balcony, nurturing life in the heart of the city. They were her anchors, her safe haven in a world that often felt too chaotic.She hadn't told them about Alessandro. She wasn't sure how to explain the strange pull she felt towards him, the dark fascination that had taken root in her heart. They wouldn't understand. They would worry. And she didn't want to burden them with her troubles.One evening, as she was helping her mother in the bakery, her father came in, his face etched with concern. 'Clara, dear,' he said, his voice gentle. 'There's a man outside asking for you.'Clara's heart skipped a beat. Alessandro. Had he come looking for her? She peeked through the window and saw a man in a dark suit standing on the sidewalk. It wasn't Alessandro. It was one of the men she had seen him talking to that night.A shiver ran down her spine. This couldn't be good. What did they want? And why were they looking for her?"
