The night at the Verano mansion was quiet. Outside, you could only hear the soft drip of water from the marble fountain in the garden. Inside, Leonardo sat in front of the fireplace, holding a glass of whisky while reading the financial report of one of the subsidiary companies.

Quiet. Orderly. Controlled. Like the life he had chosen.

But no matter how perfectly calm, no matter how tightly closed the doors of his world, some things could still disturb him.

One name.

One ...