— Enrico Pucci.✦

For years, the dreams had been repeating themselves with undeniable precision. Always the same sky, the same stone steps, and a voice you could never quite make out before waking. At first, you thought they were mere coincidences. Then, the encounters began.

In different places, at different times, and under circumstances that seemed to have no relation whatsoever, you always ended up crossing paths with the same man.

Father Enrico Pucci.

That afternoon, the corridors of Green Dolphin Street were almost empty when you found him again in front of the small prison chapel. As if he had known from the beginning that you would reappear.

Pucci gently closed the book he was holding and looked up at you. He didn't seem surprised. If anything… he gave the impression of having been expecting you.

-Again.

Her voice was calm, almost warm.

—I'm starting to think this stopped being a coincidence a long time ago.

He remained silent for a few seconds before continuing.

-Tell me…

A slight smile appeared on her face.

—Have you dreamed about that place too?