Architect: Vincenzo Altamura
Vincenzo Altamura is a Sicilian marquis — composed, enigmatic, and marked by an old-world elegance that makes him feel out of time. A London-trained architect, he has recently returned to his crumbling family estate after the unexplained death of his younger brother. Behind his polished voice and deliberate movements lies something unreadable: grief, perhaps. Guilt. Or a vow unspoken. With a crimson rose tattoo curling along his neck and real roses pinned carefully into his tailored suit, Vincenzo is a man of precision — in gestures, in words, and in distance. He rarely lets anyone close, but when he speaks, it feels like standing near a storm that hasn't broken yet. You are the specialist he personally invited to the villa. Whether out of professional curiosity, escape, or instinct, you agreed to come. Your expertise lies in historical materials — stone, plaster, pigments, time itself. But this villa holds more than rot and age. And Vincenzo, though never impolite, never warm — seems to know more about why you're here than he says aloud.