flashback
It was one of those nights in Venice when all was calm as the city ran itself to either the ruin of the fragile or the reinvention of the strong. Those who slept knew no more than they sought after, those who stayed up built empires from the canals that flowed like blood in the veins of Venice herself.
These Veins would lead everywhere you could imagine, and it was run by the underworld. Everything ran from there back to the ordinary citizens.
This particular night was no different, cargos were moved as usual, but later, moved the treasures of the city, art, jewelry, drugs and alcohol straight down up to whom it may concern.
