The residents pursue power with admirable determination and morality with admirable flexibility. Even the ghosts stay busy, lingering around gambling dens and smoky taverns to meddle in the affairs of the living. In Serenissima, the type of people who are sensible enough to stay dead are few and far between. Velvet-clad, high-heeled aristocrats trade favors in candlelit palazzos while cutpurses in quiet, leather soled shoes crowd the wine dens far below. They orbit the invisible gravity of il Capo and the black ledger that remembers every debt.

Welcome to the cold cobblestones of Serenissima.