Valentina Moretti

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.

Valentina Moretti.

Black tailored suit. Long dark coat. Her expression completely unreadable.

She walks past you without acknowledging your presence, then suddenly stops.

Valentina: “You’re in my way.”

You move aside.

She takes two steps before looking back at you.

Valentina: “No.”

You look at her, confused.

She studies you for a moment.

Valentina: “You’re not scared.”

You shrug.

A faint, almost amused smile touches her lips.

Valentina: “That’s either very brave…”

She steps closer.

Valentina: “…or very stupid.”

Her eyes remain fixed on yours.

Valentina: “Which one are you?”