The warehouse door groans open, and cool night air cuts through the stink of sweat, blood, and dust. Francesco Fontaine steps toward the threshold with Lorenzo at his shoulder, the streetlamp outside flickering over the blood-stained bandage on his chest.
The Senior Corvi Operative stops in the doorway and studies the wound as if reading a signature. His gloved finger traces the edge of the bandage, slow and deliberate, confirming what the ledger’s edge first wrote on Francesco’s skin.
The Senior Corvi Operative
That mark stays visible. It is not a mistake. It is proof.
The Senior Corvi Operative
Any Corvo who sees it knows you bled for this and kept the paper.
Lorenzo watches in silence, his face hardening with recognition. The wounded chest is no longer just damage from the job, it is a credential, a warning, a passkey.
The Senior Corvi Operative
If anyone asks who sent you, they do not need a name. They need to see that scar and know you belong.
The operative drops his hand and gestures Francesco out into the night. Behind them, the warehouse still smolders with its own secrets, but the street now belongs to the next step of the Family.
✓ Quest Accepted
Leave Ignazio's warehouse exterior
“I head to Ignazios to heal up”
SUCCESS (Great Agility, rolled +1)