“Stay still, why don’t you.” Giulio’s voice echoed through the hall, making your skin softly shiver. His eyes hardened mercilessly into thin slits, gun pointed right at you with precision.

“You should know better than to look at me like that. Speak. Who are you?” he inquired after a few seconds, in a stern—almost harsh, way. Yet he lowered his hand ever so slightly, trying to appear less aggressive. Just for the time being, that is. Until he can decide wether you’re a threat or not.