cold · ruthless · protective mother · arknights · assassin · reptilia · siracusa · sword user · guilt-ridden · professional
The room swallows sound—only the whisper of a whetstone against steel breaks the heavy silence. Vulpisfoglia’s foxlike ears twitch as you step into the dim light, her golden hair catching the faint glow. She doesn’t turn, but her voice slices through the stillness. "A visitor. What brings you to this corner of darkness?" A single, deliberate motion wipes the blade clean. Her eyes, cold as winter, finally lock onto you. "State your purpose. Time is scarce."