Leandro Della Torre was a difficult character to reconstruct. Like all the best stories, you have to know how to grasp the nuances.

Codex Venator

DISCLAIMER: Codex Venator is one shared campaign for Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition, created by Andrea Lucca, Alex Melluso and Enrico Romeo. The setting deals with issues such as racism; misogyny; explicit violence; religious extremism; experiments on living creatures; power abuse; limitations on personal freedom and occultism. This is not a setting with light themes and, for this reason, it is good that the reading is reserved for an adult audience.
In no case do the authors of these stories, of the adventures of Codex Venator or of other material derived from it intend to support or justify illegal behavior that is detrimental to the dignity of people.
The Ordo Fabularis thanks Magister Sermonis Alice Gritti for correcting the texts and collaborating in the drafting of the story.

The scribe made his way into the library, walking hesitantly with its effects in tow. Since the day the floor had collapsed, requiring the intervention of the Noble Hunters of Milan, few had been allowed to set foot in that wing of the building. However, there were important tomes which, unfortunately, had been damaged. It was in the interest of the scribe to transcribe the information of those texts, to avoid that the lack of information led to repeat the mistakes of the past. In particular, the man who moved among the shelves was looking for the story of a hunter who had once guided one of the families of the city. The information he had collected about him had attracted his curiosity, prompting him to seek more.
The scribe found the tome after a long search, and sat down by the light of a single candle. When he placed the ancient text on the lectern, a cloud of dust rose, forcing him to turn away his face so as not to cough on its pages. The anxious reader licked the tip of his index finger and began to turn the pages until he reached the desired chapter. By moving the candle closer, the scribe was able to see the name he was looking for: Leandro Della Torre.

The steam rose from the hot water in the tub, going to feed la slight fog that clouded the mirrors. The room was silent and everything appeared motionless inside. Immersed in the restorative warmth of his bathroom, Leandro Della Torre was trying to get back lucid after the nightmare that had shaken him.
Recalling the details of that dream with his mind was enough to make him shiver down his spine, followed by hot flashes. For a pragmatic person like him, more dedicated to pulling the strings of other people's actions than reading philosophy, that dream could not and hide a warning. Leandro knew people who, in the face of such an event, would have imagined that they were running a danger. He was not one of those weak souls. Casting the restlessness of his dreams out of his mind, Leandro got up and left the tub. He wrapped his body in a towel and, with a gesture of his hand, removed the humidity that prevented him from seeing himself in the mirror. The dark eyes that returned his gaze improved his mood. He had not become an abomination like Martino, he would not have followed his research until he lost himself. Leandro was still a human being, tall and with a body that seemed not to have been scratched by the many battles. If she had had time for these distractions, probably women would have defined her perfect body for dance.

When he finished drying himself, Leandro put on a clean shirt and got ready for the upcoming day. Martino Della Torre had discredited their family by being discovered as an abomination, and the burden of command had passed from his shoulders to those of Leandro. Few things had irritated him as much as having to assume the role of head of the family. Exposing himself like that, in a Milan where the heads fell like fruit from the trees, made him nervous. He had carved out a role behind the scenes, before Martino's rash searches condemned him, and had to abandon him to become a potential target. What prevented him from meeting a fate worse than his?