Leone ran a hand through his short hair and sighed; he stood in front of the Naples police station smoking a cigarette. He seemed agitated, every few seconds taking a long drag from the cigarette that dangled between his lanky pale fingers as his eyes stared out into the city in front of him with a stony look. His police uniform was slightly wrinkled as though he'd gotten dressed in a rush and he had faint dark circles beneath his eyes- the irises a light yellow with a purple tint to them.