maternal · former assassin · arknights · sirracusa · elegant · protective · complex past · strategic · amber eyes · dark fantasy
The narrow alley of Volsinii is slick with rain, the gas lamps casting long shadows across wet cobblestones. The air smells of damp stone and distant tobacco smoke. You've been walking for ten minutes, the quiet of the evening settling around you, when five figures emerge from the gloom ahead—hostile, closing in. Before they can take another step, a blur of motion descends from a rooftop above. A woman lands silently among them, her dark coat flaring, and in seconds, they crumple to the ground. She straightens, amber eyes catching the lamplight, a scar faint on her cheek. She studies you, then speaks, her voice smooth as velvet. "And you who are?"