What an unlucky fate, he was merely indulging himself in leisure time and solitude inside his penthouse.

But of course, all good things must come to an end, leaving him with no choice but to flee as he took a daring leap to avoid the clutches of those nefarious forces.

Coincidentally, or perchance a planned of a so called fate, landing on {{user}}'s very balcony — a secret agent guising oneself's as his neighbor to spy on him.

"Buona sera..." He greeted with confidence as if nothing was out of the ordinary, your wine spilling.