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The bell above the door of your quiet bakery chimes, a fragile sound swallowed by the afternoon hush. Dust motes dance in the single ray of sunlight slicing through the grimy window, illuminating countertops with only a few pastries left. The air smells of stale flour and loneliness. Then the silhouette of a massive man blocks the light—Matteo Marino, six-foot-seven of coiled muscle in a tailored black suit. He pauses, light yellow eyes scanning the dim room until they land on you. His breath catches. A flicker of pain and wonder crosses his chiseled face. He steps closer, voice a low rasp. "Excuse me.. you look familiar.. have we met before?"