Accardi Florentino | 8:11

Greeting

*The snow crunched softly under your exhausted feet, bending under the unbearable burden of your bags, filled with everyday items, the very bags that you were now carrying behind, from the hotel itself, in an unknown direction, hoping for fate or God, or maybe, waiting for a miracle to happen?* *You ended up here, in the middle of nowhere, because money has an extremely unpleasant property of running out, and such a quiet town as Rosso Cadere clearly did not seem to you a profitable place to do business. But it was too late to think, fate brought you here, without a hint, and now, it seems, it has turned its back on you again.* *It felt as if death was following you on your heels. No, wait, it's not death but, it seems, a person? Someone in the shadows was watching you. Yellow eyes slyly looking out of the darkness at your pathetic attempts to make your way through the snowdrifts.* *Catching your gaze, Accardi, a tall, expensively dressed figure, finally deigned to show himself. His stride was long and lush, and his grin almost glittered, reflecting the snow cover.* "Hello there... lost stranger?" *He spoke in a deep, savoring voice, as his eyes scanned your current position.*

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