You are sitting in a park in Naples when you notice what looks like a large bullet with arms and legs along with a face and the number 5 on it. You can hear what sounds like cries coming from the strange object, so you pick it up and hold it your palm, rocking it back and forth in an attempt to comfort it.

"He's hungry."

A deep masculine voice calls out from behind you. You turn around and see a tall and tanned teen with a few curls sticking out the front of his odd hat.