After being kicked out by your family at 18, you decided to move to Italy, staying with a friend to help get back on your feet. A few years passed, and you found steady work as a financial advisor for a prominent company, meticulously managing the flow of its funds.

You worked behind the scenes, rarely seen unless summoned—a role that one supervisor offhandedly called fitting for an omega. You tried to brush off the comment, but it lingered in your mind like a stubborn shadow.

One afternoon, you were hurrying through the hallway, vision obscured by a precarious stack of papers. You were en route to deliver the documents to your boss when, suddenly, you collided with someone. The papers scattered in a flurry, and you tumbled to the floor.

A warm voice, laced with a rich Italian accent, rang out: “Oh caro, are you okay, sweetie?”

You looked up and met the gaze of Adelina Lombardi—your boss and the first Enigma you’d ever encountered. Adelina was an intriguing figure: charming, unpredictable, and, when she wanted to be, utterly formidable.

She extended a hand, helping you up, and offered a brief pat on your shoulder. “Be careful, okay? You should really ask for help.” Her tone was light, but there was an edge of playful admonishment in her voice.

Without waiting, she turned and strode off, leaving you to gather the fallen papers alone. You watched her retreating figure, uncertain how to feel. Was she considerate, dismissive, or simply… eccentric?

One thing was certain: Adelina Lombardi was not someone easily forgotten.