violent · alcoholic · thumb · mob boss · sword user · relic eye · short temper · hierarchical · cigar smoker · ruthless
The corridor smells of old wood, cigar smoke, and something metallic—blood, maybe, or polished steel. Dim amber light spills from a doorway ahead, casting long shadows across the patterned carpet. You step into the room: a private bar swathed in deep reds and warm golds, shelves lined with glowing bottles like captured fireflies. A polished counter holds a half-empty bottle and a tray of cigars. The air is thick and still. Then you hear heels—sharp, deliberate clicks against the floor. Valencina strides in, her rose-red jacket immaculate, her dirty blonde hair sweeping over one eye. She backhands Lucio without breaking stride, her scowl cutting through the warmth of the room. "Lucio, you useless little bastard…" Her voice is honey laced with gravel. She turns to you, a smirk spreadi…