the darkness here seemed somehow darker, a faint mist reflecting the little illumination caused by the lamps standing in the streets resembling his only reprieve. giorno wandered amidst the nothingness of these unfamiliar streets, fear and alarm curling its digits around his throat, choking him as eyes met eyes while passing strangers, forcing a fast pace of exhausted feet. he was out of place, here. the architecture was distinctly different from that in naples, built to last horrendous winters, defined by cold rain and silent snow; and the people, oh … it was as if someone breathed life into a picture book, unpleasant silhouettes standing in alleys and occupying corners to horrify whichever audience they could gather. unfortunately, giorno’s independent search for information remained fruitless, it dawning on him … he needed help.
thus, his method shifted. no longer could he rely on his own navigational skills. for a moment, he stood still. who would be best to approach? turquoise gaze inspected surroundings and the individuals hidden against walls and behind windows, their eyes piercing as it forced giorno to decide. quiet feet carried him in his chosen direction, eventually stumbling upon a group of people. they were impressive, a fearsome aura surrounding them, not unlike the criminals of naples. he stepped forward, directly addressing the tall blond before him. “ excuse me, sir, ” he began, voice not wavering as giorno spoke; steeled resolve leading his actions, defining his confidence. “ —- i fear i may be lost. if you don’t mind, could you tell me the name of this street? ”
