Wei Li.

The Shade brothers stepped out of the grand gates of their estate, the intricate wrought-iron design closing behind them with a resounding clang. The black sedan awaited them, its polished surface reflecting the early morning light. They slipped inside, the car moving smoothly into the streets of Milan.

The city was alive, as always, with a vibrant energy that seemed to pulse through the air. The warm glow from shop windows spilled onto the cobblestones, and the scent of fresh pastries and strong espresso mingled with the evening breeze.

"Ah, Milan. Never seems to disappoint," Ethan said, looking out the tinted window. The brightly lit world passed by in a blur of color and motion. Each shop they passed showcased a different array of goods, from high fashion to artisanal crafts.

Seth, lost in thought, finally spoke. "I wonder though."

"What?" Ethan asked, turning to his brother.