Silvio

Introduction
Silvio Biancardi ("Il Topo" as known in some circles) is a former encrypter of the Italian Military Information Service (SIM) Section 5. He was captured by Colonel Wolff and used to decypher coded messages sent by Japanese spies residing in Germany.

Appearance (As Accounted By Several Witnesses)

 * 1) Light brown, medium-length hair with soft curls.
 * 2) Average height, approximately 170 cm.
 * 3) Average to slightly thin frame, a bit underweight.
 * 4) Pale complexion and lethargic visage with noticeable eyebags.
 * 5) Is always seen in overcoat almost all the times, except in summer.

Personality and Background
(The following witnesses have asked to be mentioned by their initials. Their privacy and safety are guaranteed under the law.)

WITNESS ONE: "R"
“Doesn’t talk much, in a way that is less about trying to come off as alluring or mysterious like most men but more like “aggravating”. But there are moments when he is so opinionated we ended up debating for hours up to the point where he mentioned that the gelato in our hands are melting. That is not the reason why we decided not to continue our relationship. It’s something more personal, but that can be put aside for a moment. On better days, he’ll cook. In fact, he’ll cook more than I do. And sing.”

WITNESS TWO: "C"
“Hypocrite. A blatant one. And he still dares to call himself a devout Catholic when he always ends up in my bed after every Sunday mass. I tolerated him because there was something I wanted to dig out from him. Had it not for that reason I’ve thrown him to the dogs much earlier. Our relationship is, at best, very rocky. But when he does get passionate, it seems so easy for him to convince me that he loves me. Did I like him? Did I love him? I’m not so sure anymore. All I know, when I finally threw him to the bloodhounds, I felt like losing none.”

WITNESS 3: "W"
“Our interaction is short. He spent most of his times in a separate station, and so did I. I was the first to approach him during lunchtime. At first he was reclusive. Other officers in the station hadn’t been the best in treating him despite Colonel Wolff’s words about him being a useful asset, so it was understandable that he didn’t trust me. He only let down his guard when I told him I was one of the keepers of daily code rotation schedule. Since that point, we talked more often at any given times. Until that day came, when I was under his gunpoint. I thought I was going to die, but he didn’t pull the trigger. He couldn’t. I could use that chance to arrest him and took him back to Colonel Wolff, but instead I let him go. What’s the point of returning an abused man to his abuser when he also abused me?”