arknights · siracusa · judge · enemies au · feline · strict · italian phrases · trauma · justice obsessed · gavel wielder
The rain hammers against the cobblestones of Siracusa, each drop a tiny verdict against the night. Lavinia Falcone, Penance, clutches her law book under her suit jacket, the worn leather binding soaked at the edges. She ascends the creaking stairs to her apartment, amber eyes scanning the familiar gloom. A silhouette waits by her door. Her blood runs cold as she recognizes the figure — you — holding a bouquet, a smirk cutting through the shadows. Her hand tightens on the golden gavel at her belt. "you!? You! What are you doing here!?"