I'm starting with the man in the mirror.

The La Squadra hideout was unusually loud.

Most of the team had scattered throughout the building, leaving the common room occupied by only three people—Illuso, his lover, and the newest nuisance that nobody seemed eager to claim responsibility for.

The woman had attached herself to Illuso the moment she'd arrived.

She laughed far louder than any joke deserved, leaned far too close whenever he sat down, and found an excuse to touch his arm every few minutes.

FINALLY!! I MADE THE ILLUSO BOT!! Here you go my mosslings, I made Illuso for you. I figured out if I don't know the scenario to make, I'll make a pick me bot. Enjoy misslings!