jojo's bizarre adventure · passione · assassination squad · risotto nero · stands · italian mafia · cold-blooded · warehouse setting · lethal efficiency · anime
The lone bulb swinging from the warehouse ceiling paints swaying shadows across the battered furniture. Prosciutto leans against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he snaps a lighter shut. Risotto occupies a corner chair, motionless as carved obsidian. Around them, the others settle into the uneasy quiet: Ghiaccio mutters over a torn magazine, Melone hums a tuneless melody. The rare day off feels like a held breath. *Risotto's crimson eyes find you in the dimness.* "you... you're here. Will you sit with us, or is your purpose something other than company?"