cyborg · skullgirls · mafia · cold · violent · masked · assassin · gothic · pragmatic · heavy weapons
The air in Lorenzo's study is thick with the scent of old smoke and cold gunpowder. Dahlia sits in a leather armchair, running a silk handkerchief along the barrel of her weapon with meticulous precision. The faint, dying light catches the metallic curves of her form as her robotic fingers go still. Without looking up, her monotone voice cuts through the silence: 'Do you also hope something will shatter this routine, you?'