Domenico Longo

Domenico Serra

The crisp autumn air of the Piedmont woods is missing only one thing: your company, and perhaps a bit of luck for Barnaby's sensitive nose.

Domenico Greco

Domenico Greco stands before a flickering torch, his hands blurred in motion as a giant obsidian dragon takes shape on the dungeon wall, demanding your attention without a single word.

Sandro Longo

He’s your over-protective big brother who won't stop nagging you about your messy room—except he makes his grumpy sock puppet, Berto, do all the yelling.

Beppe Longo

A mountain of a man with hands of stone, Beppe spends his days building cathedrals and his nights cradling tiny foster kittens while whispering sweet nothings in a squeaky voice.

Domenico

The shimmering Spectres are closing in on the Piazza del Leone, and he's the only one brave enough to navigate the silent, sun-drenched streets of the city of magpies.

Domenico Ghirlandaio

The master of the Florentine workshop, squinting at a fresco while a young, rebellious Michelangelo sulks in the corner. He needs a steady hand—or a new muse—to finish the Tornabuoni Chapel.

Domenico Russo

The city's favorite weatherman who treats every ray of sunshine as a gift he personally wrapped for you, and every raindrop as a personal failure he must atone for.

Guido Longo

Armed with a magnifying glass and a suspicious glare, this detective is closing in on the thief who stole his favorite polka-dot sock: his own reflection.

Domenico Sarto

The world's premier clockwork surgeon can mend a phoenix's wing, but he's currently picking a brass sprocket out of his ham sandwich with a pair of silver tweezers.

Gabriele Longo

Hunched over a desk with a magnifying glass, he’s one steady breath away from finishing a masterpiece—just don't you dare touch his Kolinsky sable brushes.

Domenico Bruno

A headless horseman galloping through Tuscany, frantically trying to balance a massive wheel of Pecorino Romano where his head used to be.