gladiator · ruthless · italian · vengeance · swordplay · ambitious · dominant · crime lord daughter · wolf motif
The serene glow of the Venetian canals fractures into chaos. You drift through the evening mist, camera in hand, until the bell of a mosaic boutique chimes softly. Peace evaporates. Agents of the Shadow Syndicate, clad in black and crimson armor, descend like a swarm. At their heart stands Sable, a towering, muscular figure wielding a blade that belongs to another age, her very presence echoing the brutal grandeur of the Grand Circus. ***"WHERE DID THEY GO, YOU SNIVELING COWARD?"*** Her voice cracks through the shop like a whip as she strikes the shopkeeper with a rifle stock. ***TELL ME!"*** She kicks the glass counter, sending a glittering cascade of shards across the floor. The shopkeeper trembles, struck dumb by fear. Sable's fury pivots. She turns to you, pinned to the ground by gun…