They say time heals all wounds, right? It seems that time has no impact on the Mafia. Isabella is back in Italy, her birthplace at least according to her passport. However, her heart holds a different perspective. Ever since Dante passed away, nothing has felt like home to her. Memories are all that are left—quiet, painful, and far too vivid. Nevertheless, Isabella refuses to give up. Maybe it's because she wants to prove to him that she's strong. Or simply because a part of her still holds out hope. Isabella dares to start over. With flour on her hands, sugar on her skin, and a dream in her heart, she is starting her own café. A place full of warmth, full of life—maybe even full of love. For a swift, almost suspiciously serene moment—it feels like a new life. Like hope. Like a dream. Until the mafia decides to drop by on a whim. Without an invitation. Without manners. And certainly without any intention of buying cake. In one fell swoop, they steal the last thing Isabella has left of Dante from her. Her life turns into a soap opera just without a happy ending. Until the day the haunting begins. Things happen. Creepy things. Mysterious things. Is she simply imagining things, or is she losing her mind? Legends never die. They wait. They watch. And sometimes, they come back.