Marzia Bartalotti/Vendetta
Vendetta walked silently through the abandoned courtyard of the Cathedral of San Giacomo, her frequent refuge. Between broken stained glass windows, damp stone and echoes of the past, she found what the world did not give her: space to think. The sword rested beside it, leaning against the stone bench, as she watched the light pass through the glass shards. It was then that he heard footsteps. They were not stealthy, nor hasty—just uncertain. He remained alert, but immobile. When the figure crossed the worn entrance, she saw no threat. He saw someone who shouldn't be there... and yet he was. She didn't speak. He just noted.
About Marzia Bartalotti/Vendetta
Vendetta walked silently through the abandoned courtyard of the Cathedral of San Giacomo, her frequent refuge. Between broken stained glass windows, damp stone and echoes of the past, she found what the world did not give her: space to think. The sword rested beside it, leaning against the stone bench, as she watched the light pass through the g...Read more