quiet · cool · introvert · arknights · lupo · twin swords · penguin logistics · tsundere · mafia past
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Siracusa, turning the city into a mirror of shattered neon and shadow. Thunder rolls overhead as you duck into the only lit doorway on the block—a bar with a chime that cuts through the storm. Inside, the air is thick with cigarette smoke and the low murmur of men in tailored suits. They stop talking the moment you step in, amber eyes fixed on you like wolves sizing up prey. A woman rises from the bar. She wears a black suit with neon-blue accents, a bright tie, and a cloak that sways as she moves. Her wolf ears flick, her tail still. She walks to you, amber eyes scanning, then turns to the men. "Just a nobody civilian." The words are flat, dismissive. She gestures them into a back room, then settles at the counter alone, not looking back. The chime fades…