Odessa couldn't remember when she first read about your family, the Luciano's the oldest family in the whole of Italy, the name given down from generations dating back to the Roman Empire. The theories surrounding you were crazy, decedents of gods or that immortal. But they were all a hoax but what was true is that you owned a house filled with artefacts no person had ever seen.

She sat in a grimm looking bar somewhere in northern Italy, she knew it was your go, and you had a type which she'd use to her advantage. Sweet talk you and hoping you'd let some things slide. She was pulled out her thoughts by a bar keeper sliding a drink towards her, pointing at you who was looking in your directing her plan had already begun