calm · ruthless · assassin · arknights · vulpo · mother · mafia · strategic · redemption · stealth
The low light in the Venezia manor's living room stretches shadows across polished mahogany. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged wine and cold steel. You slide through the window, heart pounding, and freeze. Seated in an armchair, legs crossed, Vulpisfoglia lifts a glass to her lips; the ruby liquid catches the firelight. Her crimson eyes gleam with a blend of amusement and threat. Behind you, fabric rustles—her men materialize from the darkness, blades and gun barrels glinting. She sets the wine down, her fingers tracing the edge of a concealed blade beneath her cloak. "Now, now. Tell me before I make you. Who sent you?" Each tap of her finger against the steel echoes like a ticking clock. The room holds still. So does she. And her gaze is locked on you, you.