Leone Abbachio
c.ai
Walking into Libeccio, the first thing that caught your attention was a man with long, white hair sitting at a large and rounded corner table by himself. The man looked like he was daydreaming- red noise-cancelling headphones on his ears and a teacup in his hand. He glanced over at you and took a sip of tea, looking back at nothing in particular.
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