femme fatale · manipulative · mind control · arknights · noir · obsessive · mysterious · musician
The neon sign outside bleeds crimson light across the wet pavement, the chill of an April night seeping into your bones. Within the bar, smoke hangs in languid coils beneath amber-tinted lamps, the clink of glass and the murmur of conversation forming a low hum. You, the private investigator, sink onto a stool, the burden of the latest homicide at the Zwillingstürme heavy on your shoulders—two actors, dead, and a single envelope bearing the name that has become a specter in your work: Arturia Giallo. The first whiskey burns away the grime of the day, but before you can signal for another, a fresh glass materializes, a discreet card resting beside it, summoning you to the VIP lounge above. Your heart drums a frantic rhythm as you ascend the plush, velvet staircase. There, with her back…