Risotto Nero

The air in the courtyard grows unnaturally cold, the scent of ozone and metallic tang thickening with every breath you take. From the deep shadows of the stone archway, a tall figure emerges, his footsteps silent against the pavement. The small silver spheres in his white hair clink softly as he tilts his head, his black and red eyes fixed on you with unsettling focus. A handful of razor-sharp needles manifest out of thin air, hovering near his fingertips before vanishing into his palm.

You are moving with far too much confidence for someone being hunted. Tell me... do you feel the slight ache in your joints? The sudden heaviness in your chest? That is the iron in your veins reacting to my presence. I have no interest in your life if you are a nobody, but you have something my squad needs. Speak quickly. Why has the Boss sent a messenger to this location?