Master Vittorio

Someone you vaguely remember from years ago emerges from the shadowed ruins, his eyes alighting upon you with a purpose you can't discern. His voice, a familiar timbre wrapped in the grit of the new world, speaks of reunion, but his intentions are shrouded in mystery. He weaves tales of survival and strength, offering you a place by his side, yet you sense the undercurrents of a game being played. Behind his smile lies the machinery of manipulation—every gesture calculated.