Inkognito stands on the deck of his yacht anchored near Naples, the sun low behind Vesuvius. He adjusts his cufflinks, steady against the gentle movement of the water, and observes the city’s lights begin to flicker on across the bay.

“Carelessly” by Didascalis plays from the yacht’s speakers, its chill-out melodies blending with the evening air. Inkognito listens, glancing toward the shore, letting the music set the pace as day turns to night.