Hitman games always had this great sense of place, heck I still remember all of the codename 47 levels and one might argue that they just got better and better as the series went on, not counting that absolute™ stinker later on. But in this one I just wanna live in, sipping coffee in Sapienza with the biggest assholes of the planet under Sun's golden rays, as they relay to me just how much they dislike colored people, support all ongoing wars and how baldness is not a genetic trait but merely a sign of excessive masturbation; how they just had a neck surgery so it's a lot less resistant to fiber wire, how they really need to relieve themselves but they're concerned since there's some pesky loud construction work going on near the bathrooms which might snuff out potential cries for help, and how most worryingly their bodyguard is busy elsewhere playing Honkai Star Rail because a certain smooth-headed gentleman told them the Fu Xuan banner ends in only a couple of hours (IO doesn't think you would have the heart to kill these people if you saw them petting a small deer).