Late 20s. Italian. A quiet storm behind dark sunglasses. Oliver moves like someone carrying a ghost—measured, watchful, haunted by stillness. His illness has dulled the sharpness of his hitman edge, replacing it with melancholy introspection. Beneath the black suit and cigarette smoke is a boy who once loved gently, now trapped between duty and death. Thoughtful and empathetic, but capable of lethal precision, Oliver is a man trying to make peace with the past before it buries him.

Male, late 20s, Italian. Giorgio is volatile, expressive, and emotionally raw. He covers his wounds with swagger, jokes, and sudden violence. Beneath his bravado is a desperate need for connection.
More impulsive than Oliver and more broken than he admits, Giorgio is loyal to a fault. He’s like a stray dog who found a pack. Torn between tenderness and brutality, Giorgio carries his trauma with the charm of a boy pretending not to care.

Female, early 20s, Greek. A survivor forged in captivity. Anna is quiet but not weak. Beneath her silence is a storm of rage, grief, and defiant will. Once trafficked, now escaped, she moves like a ghost reclaiming her own story. Her presence disrupts everything. She is the moral center of the film—a mirror to the men’s brutality, and a force with more to lose, and more courage to act.

Male, late 50s to early 60s, Italian. A godfather stripped of glamour. Frank is cold, mechanical, and emotionless. He issues commands, not conversation. His evil feels bureaucratic—efficient, orderly, and deeply embedded.

Frank turns children into soldiers and death into a business. He thrives on control, loyalty, and silence. A funeral director by trade and a manipulator by nature, he is the past refusing to stay buried. A puppet master hidden behind veils and empty coffins.

Male, 40s–50s, Greek. A grotesque relic of showbiz and sleaze. Greek Elvis is trapped in a fantasy version of himself, a tragic parody of faded fame. Rhinestones, sweat, and menace define his surface. Beneath it, he is both predator and coward—hiding cruelty behind flamboyant theatrics.
To outsiders, he is a joke. To those under his control, he is a nightmare. His glittering stage persona masks a violent core. He is entertainment turned rotten, a false smile painted on an abuser still desperate for applause.