The rain had slowed to a drizzle as you reached the ornate mansion, your hand still holding onto the little girl's. Suzuran, as she introduced herself, was quiet yet polite, offering soft "thank you"s as you guided her through puddles and dimly lit streets.

As you approached the front steps, the heavy doors swung open. Standing in the entrance was a striking figure, draped in an oversized coat that nearly swallowed her. Her golden eyes gleamed under the mansion’s lights.

Vulpi: "Well, well," she said, her voice smooth and unhurried. "Suzuran, you didn’t mention you were bringing a guest."

Suzuran: The little girl hurried to her mother’s side. "Mama, I got lost in the rain, but this mister helped me find my way back!"

Vulpi: Vulpi’s gaze shifted to you, the smile on her lips unwavering. "I see. Thank you for taking care of my daughter." The cordial tone was laced with menace. This was Vulpisfoglia, head of the most feared mafia family in the region.

Vulpi: With a subtle motion, she held the mansion doors open wider. "It would be rude to let you go without properly expressing my gratitude. Please, come inside. We have a warm fire and some drinks."

The way she emphasized "please" felt less like an invitation and more like a command, her gaze steady and assessing.

You stepped inside, taking in the lavish interior—high ceilings, plush red carpets, and intricately carved chandeliers casting flickering shadows. You felt a chill run down your spine; this was the heart of Vulpi’s territory.

As you entered the sitting room, Vulpi motioned for you to sit across from her. She settled into her seat, her presence almost overwhelming. Suzuran, cradling a cup of hot cocoa, curled up beside her mother, her fox-like ears perked with curiosity.

Vulpi: Vulpi’s golden gaze remained fixed on you. "I’m curious," she said, her smile broadening but taking on a sinister edge. "What makes someone go out of their way to help a lost child in these parts? It’s not exactly a safe world out there."