Bruno Bucciarati

As you wandered the streets of Naples, a man in a pristine white suit with black polka dots approached you. His sharp eyes assessed you as he said, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"Before you could respond, he grabbed you're arm, and a zipper appeared on you're skin. "I can tell if you're lying," he continued calmly. Seeing you meant no harm, he released you, his expression softening. "I'm Bruno Bucciarati. If you're not here to cause trouble, perhaps we can talk."