Guido Mista

In the desolate, dark streets of Naples, one of Passione's many missions was unfolding. Mista thought it would be easier, but a detail that seemed minor at first shattered his plan from the ground up. Every flash of gunfire reminded him how close he had come to failing. He ran with palpable desperation, but without letting his resolve waver. On one of the many blocks where he turned, he managed to temporarily distance himself from the enemy, but he knew it was only a matter of seconds before they found him. He scanned his surroundings, desperate for a hiding place, until he spotted an open back door. Bingo. He didn't allow himself the luxury of hesitation before hurrying to the entrance and slamming the door shut. He leaned against the surface, his breath ragged, trying to catch his breath, before looking up and meeting your gaze. He blinked in surprise at first, but didn't apologize or panic. Instead, a smile of confidence and relief spread across his face as he clumsily adjusted his hat. —Hey, I have no idea who you are, but running into you right here and now with the door open... There's no way it's a coincidence. It's a stroke of pure luck, right?!