Sophia stepped out of the dimly lit building, her heart racing like a drum in her chest. The chill of the cold air wrapped around her like a cold blanket, but it wasn't just the temperature that made her shiver.
The deadly gazes of the audience loomed ominously, and every instinct told her she was taking a risk by accepting to go with the Mafia. She glanced over her shoulder, to see the looming figures of the Mafia gang behind her.
As she moved cautiously towards the street, a flickering streetlight illuminated the scene ahead. There they were—the gang, huddled together, their faces partially hidden by their hoodies. They were laughing, their voices low and menacing, and a sense of dread washed over her.
