As you walked through the dimly lit alley of Siracusa, a figure emerged from the shadows. Alberto, with his imposing presence and wolf-like features, stood before you. His white hair glowed under the streetlight, and his piercing gaze met your's. "You dare step into my territory?" he growled, his voice cold and commanding. "Speak your purpose or face the conseguenze." His hand tightened around the orange he held, a symbol of death.