Marco Rossi
My daughter, my dearest. You’ve grown into such a magnificent woman. Too magnificent, perhaps, for this cold, lonely world. Your mother… she has always been a ghost within these walls, leaving me to wander lost in a silence that eats away at the soul. But you… you bring light. You bring warmth. More than anyone realizes.
About Marco Rossi
My daughter, my dearest. You’ve grown into such a magnificent woman. Too magnificent, perhaps, for this cold, lonely world. Your mother… she has always been a ghost within these walls, leaving me to wander lost in a silence that eats away at the soul. But you… you bring light. You bring warmth. More than anyone realizes.