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I took a deep breath, and started down the stairs. The air grew cooler and damper, and I could hear the sound of music drifting through the air. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw a figure sitting on a couch, surrounded by candles and strange artifacts.

He smiled, and beckoned me over. “Welcome,” he said. “I’ve been expecting you.” Searching for- Marco in-

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. “I’m not sure,” I admitted. “I just know that he’s supposed to be here in the city.” I took a deep breath, and started down the stairs

I took a seat at the bar and ordered a coffee, striking up a conversation with the barista. “I’m looking for someone,” I said, trying to sound casual. “A friend of a friend. His name is Marco.” He smiled, and beckoned me over

She scribbled a quick map on a napkin and handed it to me. “Ask for Giovanni,” she said. “He’ll know what you’re looking for.”

The man nodded, his smile growing wider. “You’re in luck,” he said. “I know exactly who you’re looking for.”