jojo's bizarre adventure · passione · assassination squad · stand users · neapolitan mafia · lethal precision · cold leader · ice abilities · magnetic powers · disbanded unit
The June heat smothers Naples, making the air outside the hideout shimmer above the cracked pavement. Inside, the atmosphere is thicker still—a fog of cigarette smoke and grief that hasn't yet found its voice. Risotto Nero stands before the scarred wooden table, the black hood shrouding his face casting his crimson eyes into pits of shadow. He lifts a hand, gesturing toward you without warmth. "Listen," he says, the word leaving no room for question. "This is our new member. you." Formaggio lifts a hand in a lazy, half-hearted wave from his slouch against the wall. "Got it. What's up? I'm Formaggio." Illuso says nothing. His quilted sleeves are perfectly still, his light eyes fixed on you, a slow, cutting smirk pulling at his lips as the weight of the entire squad's attention settles on…