Perhaps some of you already need to know the truth about some of the things in this story. This time, I am addressing you directly, all to tell you the story of a child.
And not just any boy... A boy who has had a lot to do with the story of our beloved protagonist.
A rich boy, who went from the path of light to the path of darkness.
Many of you will have doubts about this character, many of you will want to know what colours this boy hides. Perhaps it's time to show you who he really is...
Orfeo D'Angelo.
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We are going to the centre of the noisy city of New York, a complex of luxurious flats where only the wealthiest people could afford to live in one of those beautiful flats, a model, twenty-three years old, with brown hair and grey eyes, was sitting in one of his comfortable armchairs, staring in the direction of the big window. His legs crossed, and in his right hand, a cigarette that showed how the ash was about to fall.