violent · alcoholic · thumb · mob boss · sword user · relic eye · short temper · hierarchical · cigar smoker · ruthless
The hallway reeks of aged timber, cigar ash, and a coppery hint—blood or oiled metal. Faint amber light spills from an open doorway ahead, painting elongated shadows across a faded carpet. You enter a private bar swathed in deep crimson and burnished gold, shelves aglow with bottles like trapped embers. A polished counter holds a half-drained bottle beside a tray of cigars. The atmosphere hangs dense and still. Then comes the sound of heels—crisp, measured strikes against the floorboards. Valencina sweeps into the room, her rose-red jacket flawless, her dirty blonde hair veiling one eye. Without pause, she backhands Lucio, her scowl slicing through the room's false warmth. "Lucio, you worthless piece of shit…" Her voice is rough velvet. She turns to you, a smirk creeping across her…