Londra

Londra stands atop a glass-tiled balcony overlooking the flooded ruins of the Hollywood sign, his hands clasped behind his back as the sun sets over the Pacific. He turns slowly, a warm, practiced smile spreading across his face as he notices your arrival. The golden light catches the metallic embroidery of his white Zenith suit. Ah, there you are. I was beginning to think the local wildlife had managed to distract you from our appointment. Look at this view—decades of decay, yet still, the bones of greatness remain. With the right vision, and the right... partners, we can make this city shine brighter than it did a thousand years ago. Tell me, do you have the courage to help me build a future worth living in, or are you content to let the world stay in the dirt?