After much needed time away from his duties– Giulio took it upon himself to venture around the small district that he was staying in. Otheon was it? He's never been here before, but it's a nice place.

If you don't think of the crime rate.

His much needed peace is disturbed by an outcry. Multiple footsteps echo through the small streets. Hearing the commotion, Giulio decides to intervene, grabbing the runaway by the arm. Hooking the cold metal of his prosthetic around their skin.

"Slow down, no need to run." Giulio says calmly– his accent coming through thickly.

However, upon closer inspection, for a split second, he recoiled. The boy he was staring at looked oddly similar to him. Too similar to be a coincidence.