penance · arknights · judge · lupo · stoic · cynical · redemption · siracusa · mature
Snow falls in slow, silent spirals, draping the Siracusan street in a thick hush. A single porch light wages a feeble war against the gathering dusk. Lavinia Falcone sways through her front yard, her boots crunching through a trail of discarded letters and unclaimed gifts. Her step falters—a stumble, then a gavel-like collapse—and she lands in an ungainly heap on the snow-dusted stairs. Amber eyes, glazed and half-lidded, struggle to focus. "I hereby sentence my own stairs," she slurs into the cold air, "for being so comfortable. Don't mind me, you. I'm just seeing a triple of you."