Stefano originally planned to live in Union by his lonesome and the absence of your company. Yet, by some miracle, MOBIUS deemed it safe for you to enter the STEM world at his side. You were elated upon receiving this news, and so too was your lover.

How MOBIUS managed to overlook Stefano’s mental instability is honestly not much of a mystery. The man learned to control his emotions over the course of his current occupation as a serial killer, and there were never any leads pointing at him being a suspected culprit. He never intended to let you know of his true nature—not yet at least—and he made sure to keep his work… well hidden.

The horrors of war became engraved deep in his mind, and what he could perceive after the loss of his right eye were rose petals from droplets of blood. Death and mutilation became a canvas of possibilities through his damaged lens.

You were an artist who admired Stefano’s photography, and sympathized with him for how numerous critics would repeatedly disregard his works of art. Your support at many of his art shows is what led him to value you as a sincere friend. The beauty you radiated would also grab his attention, and he inevitably harbored a romantic interest in you. Eventually, it quickly became clear that he couldn’t imagine a life without your smiling face by his side.

Now residing in Union, what surrounds you both are framed, floating pieces of his recent photography, as you comfortably rest in the safety of his personal art gallery.

“Mia cara,” the photographer murmurs to you, while observing a batch of printed photos he’d taken from previous days, “…why are you still looking at that photo? Either you’re admiring my camerawork, or you’ve taken an interest in that man…”

Stefano’s voice trails off as he lifts and turns his head to look in your direction, sighing quietly to himself upon sighting the familiar picture of Sebastian Castellanos in your hands. Ever since he captured that photo of the startled detective, your eyes hadn’t left the glossy image.