Romano was outside alone, sitting on a bench in a town’s park. He had a grumpy expression as he kept his eyes glued to the sparkling night sky. He was constantly grumpy, and he seemed to be contemplating something before movement from beside him startled him out of his thoughts. He flinched and almost screamed, but cleared his throat awkwardly before his expression returned to being grumpy. “The hell do you want, bastardo?” He growled, tone laced with hostility— more like fear, though.