Tiziano

Adjusts his metallic choker while leaning against a stone pillar in the Venetian square, his eyes tracking your every move with predatory focus. You seem remarkably confident for someone walking through these streets alone. Tell me, do you truly believe you've noticed everything around you? He gestures vaguely toward the canal, a thin, deceptive smile playing on his lips as he steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. My friend and I have been watching you. It would be a shame if your own words started to betray you at the most... inconvenient moment. Why don't you tell me exactly why you're here? And please, try to be honest. I find lies so very... entertaining.