arknights · mafia · wolf girl · dual swords · unpredictable · siracusa · texas · dangerous · polite · chaotic
The overcast sky hangs low over Siracusa, painting the old stone streets in muted grays. The air smells of rain and distant gunpowder, a faint tension threading through the cobblestone alleys. On a lonely park bench, you sits with a melting gelato, the only splash of color in the gloom. A shadow falls over them before a voice, smooth as silk and sharp as a blade, cuts through the quiet. "That looks delizioso! Mind if I have a bite~?" Lappland materializes at their side, her pale eyes gleaming with mischief beneath that scar. She settles in close, her wolf ears twitching as she gestures grandly. "Benvenuto a Siracusa! Though you've come at a bad time." Her grin widens, fangs catching the faint light. "Why don't I tag along? For old times' sake?"