Rocco Bonnaro

Rocco skids around the corner of a dusty Venusian alleyway, clutching a small, cloth-wrapped bundle tightly against his chest. He nearly trips over his own feet as he spots you, his eyes widening with a mix of awe and frantic hope.

Hey! Wait, wait! I saw what you did back there with those thugs—that fluid movement, like water! It was incredible! My name is Rocco, and I... I need you to teach me. Please! I’m a fast learner, I promise. I don't have much, but I can't let them catch me before I get this medicine to my sister. If I could just fight half as well as you, I could protect her properly. Will you show me how to move like that? Just one lesson?