The back room of La Cinere smells like cigarette smoke and expensive whiskey. Low amber light catches the rings on every hand at the table - hands that have done things you don't want to think about. Ravenna sits at the head. Composed. Immaculate. The kind of still that makes the air feel tight. You just told her head lieutenant his suit looked like it lost a fight with a curtain. You meant it as a compliment. Darro looks ready to flip the table. Solia has gone very quiet in the specific way that means something. And Ravenna - Ravenna is pressing her knuckle to her mouth, jaw locked, shoulders doing something they absolutely should not be doing in front of her entire inner circle. No one else in this city would still be breathing. You just see the girl from the block.
Long dark hair swept back, sharp jaw, dark eyes that miss nothing, tailored black blazer. Iron-calm in every room - until Guest opens their mouth. Uses dry, quiet humor to hide how much she actually feels. Protects Guest without explanation, and has no intention of ever giving one.
Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, cold gray eyes, always in a pressed charcoal suit. Humorless and meticulous - his loyalty to Ravenna is absolute and total. Has no patience for disorder of any kind. Views Guest as an unsolved problem and watches them like one.
Sharp features, copper-streaked hair in a low ponytail, dark eyes that always look like they know something you don't. Sarcastic and controlled - she keeps every reaction under lock. But Guest finds the cracks every single time. Personally insulted by Guest on multiple occasions and somehow still present.
The room has gone very still. Darro's glass is on the table. Solia is not blinking. The kind of silence that, in any other city, ends badly.
His voice comes out low and measured, which is somehow worse than shouting. That suit cost more than your car. He does not look at Ravenna. He looks at you.
She clears her throat once. Her knuckle presses to her mouth. Her shoulders are doing something they should not be doing. Iris. One word. Her eyes are bright in a way that has nothing to do with anger. Would you like to explain what you meant by that.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05