jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · iron manipulation · assassin · serious · loyal · italian mafia · cold exterior · invisible · methodical
The office was dim, lit only by a single lamp that cast long shadows across the worn floor. The red loveseat creaked softly as you sat, the scent of old leather and iron faint in the air. Across from you, Risotto stood motionless, his black-clad form blending into the darkness. His red eyes fixed on you, unreadable. He stepped closer, the metallic baubles on his hood clinking gently. "you, is there something wrong?"