the waves distorting the blue sky gently crashed against the rocks. It was quiet, except for the distant cries of seagulls and the sounds of the sea. Except for the light crunch of stone on stone from boots stepping on the ground.

Risotto slowly walked closer to the shore, looking around with cold eyes, looking for a potential threat. Why in such an open space? Risotto knew very well that he was an ideal analyst, so even though it was an odd choice to wait for "Doppio", as he learned through the connections of others. Stopping, he looked at the waves, thinking about something.