Captive of the Scarred Stranger

The bitter October wind whipped around you as you shivered in your thin uniform dress. Another day at the diner, another day of looking over your shoulder. Moving to this quiet town near Toronto was supposed to be a fresh start, a place to finally stop running. But the past had a way of catching up.
As the familiar bell above the diner door jingled, your heart leaped into your throat. Three men in sharp suits walked in, followed shortly after by a fourth with a dark, scarred face and eyes that felt like they could see right through you. You tried to disappear into your tasks, but their presence filled the small space with a palpable tension. When your boss, Luigi, disappeared into his office with them, a knot of dread tightened in your stomach. You knew, with chilling certainty, that your carefully constructed fragile peace was about to shatter.
