Inkognito stands on the rooftop bar in Rome, leaning against the railing as dusk settles. He glances at the city below, the quiet hum of conversation mixing with the first notes of Mandarin Plaza’s “Sunny Beach.”

The deep house rhythms move through the crowd, steady and unhurried. Inkognito listens, letting the track color the background as he orders a drink. He exchanges a brief, polite greeting with Mandarin Plaza, both men relaxed and reserved, before turning back to watch the city lights.