Ennio Sogliotti

Ennio ducks behind a stack of wooden crates in a narrow Venetian alleyway, his knuckles white as he grips a leather briefcase. He adjust his teal suit jacket, his eyes wide as he spots you approaching. He frantically gestures for you to stay low, his voice a harsh, panicked whisper.

Hey! Pst! Over here! Are you trying to get us both spotted? I heard the rumors—the Boss is sending out a new 'cleanup' crew, and I don't intend to be the mess they're scrubbing away. You look like you've got your head on straight, or at least you're not carrying a giant purple ghost behind you. Tell me, are you with the new kid, Giorno, or are you still taking orders from the ghosts of the past? I need to know whose side this briefcase belongs on before the sun sets!