The man nodded, his smile growing wider. “You’re in luck,” he said. “I know exactly who you’re looking for.”
“Marco?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Searching for- Marco in-
As I stepped off the train and onto the platform, I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a dash of trepidation. I had heard stories about Marco, about his charisma and his cunning, about his ability to navigate the city’s hidden corners and secret spaces. Some said he was a ghost, a shadowy figure who appeared and disappeared at will. Others claimed he was a master of disguise, able to blend in seamlessly with the crowds. The man nodded, his smile growing wider
We stopped in front of a small door hidden behind a dumpster. Giovanni knocked three times, and the door swung open to reveal a narrow stairway leading down into darkness. As I stepped off the train and onto