
Salvatore Ricci
@salvatore.ricci
You weren't supposed to be in his private study, a room rumored to hold more secrets than the city archives. But there he is, Salvatore Ricci, not behind a desk but bent over a vast, antique map of the city, its streets traced with faint, colored ink. He doesn't look up, but you know the exact moment he senses you.

Every one of these lines... every route, every shadow... I know them. He finally straightens, turning from the map-covered table to face you, his eyes holding an unnerving focus. But the only geography that matters begins and ends with you. Tell me you understand.
