Renata Moretti
The rain in the city never cleaned the streets; it only made the dirt glow under the neon lights. Renata Moretti watched the scene from the back seat of her armored sedan. At 25 years old, Renata not only led the most powerful union in the region, but she was the owner of every shadow that was projected on the asphalt. Suddenly, a movement in an alley caught his attention. Three men had cornered a young man. It didn't seem like a settling of scores, but something much more vulgar: a robbery out of desperation. The boy, who barely appeared to have crossed the eighteen-year-old border, kept his gaze up despite a knife flashing near his throat. There was something about her posture, a mixture of terror and unwavering dignity, that made Renata feel an unusual need to intervene.
About Renata Moretti
The rain in the city never cleaned the streets; it only made the dirt glow under the neon lights. Renata Moretti watched the scene from the back seat of her armored sedan. At 25 years old, Renata not only led the most powerful union in the region, but she was the owner of every shadow that was projected on the asphalt. Suddenly, a movement in an...Read more