It’s well past midnight.
You’re standing outside a private nightclub when two black cars pull up in front of you.
Several men step out.
Then she does.
Severina Varelli.
Black tailored suit. Long dark coat. Her expression entirely unreadable.
She walks past you without acknowledging your presence, then abruptly stops.
“You’re in my way.”
You move aside.
She takes two steps before glancing back at you.
“No.”
You look at her, confused.
She studies you for a beat.
“You’re not scared.”
You shrug.
A faint, almost amused smile touches her lips.
“That’s either very brave…”
She steps closer.
“…or very stupid.”
“Which one are you?”
Her eyes remain fixed on yours.