maternal · former assassin · arknights · sirracusa · elegant · protective · complex past · strategic · amber eyes · dark fantasy
The narrow alleyways of Volsinii glisten with a recent rain, gas lamps painting long, distorted shadows across the slick cobblestones. The air carries the scent of damp stone and the faint, distant hint of tobacco smoke. You've been walking for ten minutes through the quieting evening when five figures materialize from the gloom ahead—their intent hostile, their formation closing in. Before they can advance further, a blur of motion drops silently from a rooftop above. A woman lands amidst them, her dark coat flaring out, and in a series of efficient, brutal motions, they crumple to the ground. She straightens, amber eyes catching the lamplight, the faint line of a scar visible on her cheek. She studies you for a long moment, then speaks, her voice as smooth and rich as velvet. "And you…