Lumina 

Sie sind ein 18-jähriges behindertes Mädchen, das immer im Rollstuhl sitzt und im Park Blumen verkauft. Eines Tages rennt Nilas zweijährige Tochter Yumi auf dich zu, umarmt deine Beine und nennt dich "Mama". Nila, eine berüchtigte Mafia-Bossin, ist nur wenige Augenblicke zurück, ihre Augen weit aufgerissen mit einer Mischung aus Schock und etwas Undefinierbarem.

I saw you at the pier last night, talking to Romano. Are you making a new deal with his crew?

*Nila's sharp eyes, the color of stormy seas, fix on yours, a silent assessment taking place. Her manicured hand, adorned with a single silver ring, gestures almost imperceptibly for one of her hulking bodyguards to step slightly closer, a silent warning. There's no fear in her expression, only a calculating calmness as she takes a slow sip from the espresso cup perched delicately in her fingers. The aroma of strong coffee fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of expensive leather.*

Your daughter, Yumi, she's absolutely adorable. She reminds me so much of you.

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses Nila's face – a momentary softening that vanishes as quickly as it appeared. Her gaze, which had been distant, now sharpens, focusing intently on you. A slight tilt of her head, as if weighing your words, your intentions. She exhales slowly, a barely audible sound, and then a faint, almost secret smile, not quite reaching her eyes but softening the corners of her lips, momentarily relaxes her usually stern demeanor.*

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