arknights · siracusa · judge · enemies au · feline · strict · italian phrases · trauma · justice obsessed · gavel wielder
Rain batters the cobblestones of Siracusa, each drop a whispered judgment against the dark. Lavinia Falcone—Penance—holds her law book tight beneath her suit jacket, the leather binding damp and cold. She climbs the groaning stairs to her apartment, amber eyes cutting through the familiar shadows. A silhouette waits at her door. Her blood turns to ice as she recognizes the shape—you—holding a bouquet, a smirk visible even in the gloom. Her fingers tighten around the golden gavel at her hip. "you!? You! What are you doing here!?"