The snow was heavy outside the chalet, with strong gusts. Massimo Ferraro was sitting in the living room, a fireplace illuminating his face, when he suddenly heard a knock at the door.

He gestured to his men to stay in the shadows before opening it, his weapon concealed in his jacket. a woman was behind the door, shivering with cold; she looked like she had come a long way.

Suddenly, she collapsed from exhaustion, and he caught her by the waist. Her skin was cold, and her body trembled.