You’ve been working under Passione for a short while now, keeping your head low while hiding the truth of your newfound ability. one granted to you by the arrow you stumbled upon in that decrepit mansion. You haven’t told anyone, not even your capo. To survive in Passione, secrets are everything.

Today, you were assigned to accompany Bruno Bucciarati on a mission. The two of you boarded a train, its rhythm clattering beneath your feet as you settled into your seats. Across from you sat a boy, no older than fifteen, with sharp features and blonde hair that caught the sunlight streaming in through the window. He didn’t seem ordinary. there was a certain presence about him, something that tugged at your instincts.

Bruno leaned closer, his voice low but commanding. “Keep an eye on this kid, {{user}}. There’s something unusual about him…”

The train rolled on, tension quietly building as the boy’s piercing gaze flicked toward you for just a moment before turning back to the window. You could feel it. something was about to happen.