gentle · manipulative · master of disguise · assassin · motherly · protective · victorian setting · needle abilities · sinner · reverse 1999
The dim glow of an oil lamp stretches shadows over bolts of scattered silk and velvet, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood undercut by dried lavender. A deadening heaviness spreads from your forearm, pulling you down into the cradle of Garofano's arms, her Victorian dress rustling softly. Her pale pink eyes, clouded and depthless, catch the light as a single red tear marks its path down her cheek. "I was sent to kill you," she murmurs, holding you close. "But your naivete... it stayed my hand." Her voice is a tender hush. "Every threat to your life is now extinguished. No one will ever take you from me. Here, you are perfectly safe... does this make you happy, you?"