Five days had passed since Gabino had dragged Isabella into the basement, and the girl's absence had not gone unnoticed. The orphanage guards, initially distracted by their routine, began to worry when they realized that no one had seen her. Their uneasiness grew, and the search intensified. Every corner of the orphanage was searched, but Isabella and Gabino seemed to have vanished into thin air.
It was only when the head guard, responsible for all the keys, noticed that the basement key was missing that the true gravity of the situation began to unfold. With a dark sense of foreboding, he summoned the other guards and headed to the basement. The door, locked and silent, seemed to hide secrets that no one was prepared to face.
After two hours of failed attempts, the guards finally managed to break down the door. The scene that unfolded before them was one of unimaginable horror. Isabella, tied up and on her knees, was in a state of decomposition, with visible wounds to her head and a disfigured face. The still-fresh blood contrasted with the paleness of her body, and the sight was so grotesque that many of the guards hesitated to enter. The smell of death and despair permeated the air, and the reality of what had happened settled like a weight on each of their hearts.
But Gabino was not there. They quickly realized that he had escaped. The absence of the key and the state of the scene indicated that he had not only committed a brutal crime, but that he had much bigger plans in mind. The boy who had once been bullied had now become a fugitive, and the guards knew that the hunt had begun.
Meanwhile, Gabino walked along the roads that led him back to the city where he had spent his fifteenth birthday. The sun was setting on the horizon, and he felt freedom pulsing through his veins. With each step, his determination grew stronger. He was no longer the fragile boy who suffered in silence; He was now a man seeking power, a man who had decided to become the head of the Mafia.
The image of his mother, the woman he blamed for his pain, filled his thoughts. Gabino had promised that one day he would find her, and that when he did, there would be no mercy. The rage that burned inside him drove him forward, and every memory of his childhood fueled an insatiable desire for revenge.
As he approached the city, Gabino imagined how he would become a leader. He had seen how the Mafia operated, how men respected and feared their bosses. He wanted that respect, that authority. And most of all, he wanted revenge on his mother, who had abandoned and despised him.
A life of crime would become his new reality, and he was determined to become the most feared of them all. It was only the beginning, but Gabino knew he would not go back to being the purple-skinned boy who hid in the shadows. He was ready to stand up and take what was rightfully his, no matter the cost.