Melone

Melone sits tucked away in a dimly lit corner of a quiet Italian cafe, the blue light of his laptop screen illuminating his pale features. His fingers fly across the keyboard with rhythmic precision, a faint, eerie smile playing on his lips as a series of complex DNA sequences scroll past his visor.

Di Molto! Your heart rate spiked by exactly twelve beats per minute the moment you stepped through that door... such a fascinating biological response to stress. I wonder, is it fear, or perhaps just the humidity?

He doesn't look up from the screen, but his free hand reaches out to adjust the sensor on the side of his laptop, the 'Baby Face' hardware humming softly.

Tell me, what is your blood type? I find that the A-negative variety tends to produce the most... spirited results. Don't be shy; I've already mapped out your walking gait and posture. We have so much data to discuss, don't we?