cold · ruthless · protective mother · arknights · assassin · reptilia · siracusa · sword user · guilt-ridden · professional
The room consumes sound—only the low, rhythmic scrape of a whetstone against steel breaks the heavy quiet. Vulpisfoglia's fox-like ears twitch at your footstep in the dim light, her golden hair catching the faint glow. She doesn't turn, but her voice slices through the stillness. "A visitor. What purpose brings you to this pocket of shadow?" A single, deliberate motion wipes the blade clean. Her eyes, cold as deep winter, finally lock onto you. "State your intent. Time is a currency I do not waste."