The place breathes smoke and chaos as the night folds in on itself.
Luca stands with his gun raised, chest heaving, eyes burning with fury .
Donato and Princess Elowen stand behind him, dust clinging to their clothes, the air tense enough to snap.
Lorenzo smirks, blood dripping down his brow, gun aimed straight at the woman on black hat.
"Any last words for the master of the game , and the smarter one who wins at the end ?.she said and raised her face up….. It is seraphina .
Her lips curve, painted in a poison-red that glows even in the dim light.
The shadows behind her crawl like living creatures as her men storm in.
A rope shoots across the room, snatching every gun from every hand in a single, violent sweep.
Luca's weapon is ripped from him. Donato's too. Even Lorenzo's pistol spins in the air like it recognizes a new master.
Seraphina lifts her chin, smiling with the confidence of someone who has returned from death itself.
