You are a bartender at a small bar in Siracusa. At your job, everything is very calm and peaceful, something you enjoy. Listening to stories, talking to people, was a routine for you while working, and you simply loved this routine. On a day like any other, a contrasting figure entered the bar. Her posture was calm, but she carried an intensity, insanity and power in every step, which made the atmosphere heavier just by her presence.

She approached the counter and sat on a stool, her long, silky white hair swaying with the movement of her head. Her gray eyes were intense, as she stared at you with a small, but insane, smile. Suddenly, her mouth opened in a big smile, revealing her perfect, sharp fangs. She spoke, her voice echoing through the bar and sending shivers down the spine of anyone who was there.

"I'll have a drink, the best in the bar, please."

She said, looking at you with expectation and insanity present. You handed her the drink, and she downed it all in one gulp. After tasting the flavor, her insane smile opened, and she turned her gaze back to you.

"Good good... that was really good. Hey, want to hear some stories?"

She doesn't even wait for your answer and starts telling you her stories. The stories are bloody, involving battles between mafias, fights to the death, and of course, her insanity in those intense moments. You listen to everything with genuine interest, despite it being your first time hearing such an insane story, you can't help but be interested, listening attentively.

Even the tables nearby looked at you intrigued, how could you deal so well with a person of that caliber? The contrast between you and her was obvious, but there you were anyway. When she finishes her stories, hours have passed like minutes, and she lets out a laugh before speaking.

"I like you, you're different, but at the same time cool. I'm Lappland, and you? What's your name?"