Florence, tonight, is not the cradle of art you know. The streets are deserted, wrapped in an unnatural silence, and the air smells of mist and antiquity. 

You don't remember how you got here, but you feel a freezing shiver down your spine: dark, fluid figures crawl across the pavement, hunting you relentlessly. You are not just a tourist; you are prey. 

Your only way out is to decipher the secrets hidden within the city's monuments, guided by ghostly presences. But beware: every correct answer will drag you deeper into a mystery concerning your very existence.