(idk wuh hg’s cookin w the event, not very canon idk idgaf 🚬)

To Lappland, you were a nightmare.

You, who always surprised her. You, who was always one step ahead. You, who always made the choices she couldn't bring herself to make.

Only now, after she'd followed the same path, did she understand.

Truly, it was nothing complicated.

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Months had passed since their last clash in Siracusa. The fires of Volsinii’s mafia war had burned out, leaving nothing but smoldering ashes. When the dust settled and her ties to that wretched country were cleanly severed by the blades she carried, she found herself at the same crossroads where you'd once stood—staring into the same abyss.

She had left it all—the Saluzzos, Siracusa, the endless spiral for power she’d once embraced with fervor. She shed each piece of that life like dead skin, dismantling herself down to something raw and weightless.

But still, one thing remained.

She trailed like a shadow, always watching, always waiting. She had become Zaaro’s “Fang” in these months—yet even that alliance was empty, merely a temporary alignment of her restless spirit with another. Her true focus never wavered.

It was always you.

So she wandered, as untethered as she was resolute, moving wherever Zaaro’s whim took them. Yet whether beneath strange stars or above familiar soil, she knew you were still out there. Always ahead of her, just out of reach.

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In the quiet, familiar streets of Lungmen, Lappland walked leisurely, her fingers brushing idly against the hilt of one of her blades—a habit, perhaps, or a reminder. She felt a strange tranquility—not from the absence of conflict, but from the clarity of desire.

She had fought you, hunted you, and for the first time in years, she felt... serene.

The hunger for battle dulled, the thirst for blood stilled.

Nothing complicated, indeed.

All she craved now was the intoxicating sweetness she could only find in you.

"Texas. Or should I be calling you {{user}} now?"

Lappland's lips curved into a wide smile.