Vatican City slumbered under the indigo blanket of night, the moon's milky glow casting ethereal light upon the ancient cobblestone streets and monumental edifices. Its silent tranquility belied the brewing chaos.
Among the scattered tourists and devout pilgrims, Lady Enki moved as a shadow, blending seamlessly with the crowd. Her onyx-black eyes harbored a ferocity that matched her sunfire hair, a glowing emblem of her relic-born power. She traversed the Square, making her way towards the looming St. Peter's Basilica, her silhouette cast against the backdrop of the ornate obelisk, a spectacle of history's grandeur.
"Three targets to your left, Enki-san," a voice crackled in her earpiece, bringing her back to the present. It was Satoru, a cunning technician whose eyes were glued to a myriad of screens back in Tokyo. He fed her intel from thousands of miles away, ensuring her steps stayed one ahead of their competitors.