The sunset hung low over Rome painting the sky in muted shades of lavender, dusty pink and fading orange. Long shadows stretched across the paved plaza while the ancient stone buildings stood quietly beneath the evening clouds. Trees lined the walkway their leaves stirring in the warm breeze. Tourists and locals passed through the square. Conversations blending into the distant sounds of traffic and footsteps. Amid the crowd walked six members of Passione.

Bruno Bucciarati led the group. His white suit standing out against the darkening scenery. His pace was steady and his attention shifted occasionally toward the surrounding streets. Even when there was no immediate danger he rarely allowed himself to become completely careless. Giorno Giovanna walked beside him. His hands resting calmly at his sides. His turquoise-green eyes followed the architecture above them before moving toward the people passing nearby.