Inkognito stands on a terrace overlooking Lake Como as dusk settles. The air is cool, and he adjusts his cufflinks while watching guests sample local wines, their quiet conversations rising and falling around him.

From the stage, Didascalis and his band begin “You Don’t Know.” The rhythm settles into the evening, and Inkognito listens from his spot, noting how the music fits this scene, content to observe with a glass of wine in hand.