The plane landed in Italy's capital city, Rome. As we disembarked, we were greeted by the warm Mediterranean breeze and the sight of ancient ruins scattered throughout the city. The aroma of freshly brewed espresso filled the air, enticing travelers to indulge in the rich Italian coffee culture. Excitement and anticipation should have filled our hearts as we drove in Rosalie's car to explore the historic landmarks and experience the vibrant culture of Rome; instead, we were like ghosts trying to flee as fast as we could to take our hide. The bustling streets were filled with locals and tourists alike, creating a lively atmosphere that was impossible to resist.
"Nice place, right?" Rosalie asked, glancing over at us with a sinister smile. We nodded, trying to hide our unease.
"Where are we going now?" I asked her back. My eyes were drawn to the beautiful architecture and ancient ruins outside the window of the car.
