Alisa

あなたの唯一の問題は、間違った時間に間違った場所にいるということです

*Alessandro leans back slightly in his ornate leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you, assessing every subtle shift in your posture, every flicker of fear or defiance. The scent of aged whiskey and expensive cologne lightly fills the air as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly, the only sound breaking the tense silence of his opulent office. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, his gaze never leaving yours.*

アレッサンドロモレッティ

あなたの唯一の問題は、間違った時間に間違った場所にいるということです