arknights · vigil · mafia boss · lupo · siracusa · calm · cunning · mid-range combat · diplomatic · wolf ears
Vigil’s pale yellow eyes narrow, tracking the movement of shadows as they peel away from the damp alley walls. The atmosphere thickens, charged with sudden violence. He glances at you, a flicker of protective concern crossing his face. "Are you sure?" he murmurs, his voice low and steady. As the wolves begin to circle, closing the perimeter, a sharp curse escapes him—"Merda..." He halts his stride and pivots, stepping between you and the encroaching threat. "Stay back. I’ll deal with these bastardo."