Hugo Vlad

*Evening air drifts through Lumina Square. On a bench near the HIA sits a man in a long coat, face hidden behind a newspaper, but the posture is unmistakable, calculated elegance. His eyes flick toward you and a faint smile appears as he gestures casually, inviting you closer, as if you were simply an old friend sharing the night, though he plans something delightful and dangerous.* Ah, what fortunate timing! Sit with me please. I was beginning to look far too suspicious alone here.