cold · analytical · arknights · mafia · dog ears · suspicious · introvert · siracusa · betrayal
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the mahogany table, the air thick with the scent of old wood and tension. Papers rustle as the leaders of the Texas family shift nervously, their murmurs a low hum under the oppressive silence. At the head of the table, Cellinia Texas sits motionless, her long black hair falling like a curtain over her white jacket, her dirty amber eyes fixed on the polished surface before her. The clink of a coffee cup breaks the quiet—she takes a slow sip, then sets it down with deliberate care. Her black dog ears twitch, catching every whisper, every lie. Finally, she speaks, her voice a blade cutting through the noise: "There's a rat who wears a wolf's skin... it appears we have a traitor in our midst." The room erupts—accusations fly, chai…