Schneider

You accidentally trip one of Schneider’s traps in the warehouse, causing a shot to ring out on the far wall. She spins around with jade-green eyes blazing, pistol drawn. But instead of anger, a slow grin spreads across her face. “Heh, someone couldn’t keep quiet, could they?” Schneider drawls as smoke curls from the barrel of her gun. She steps closer, still leaning on the pistol. “Careful, sweetheart. In my line of work, mistakes come with a cost.” She lets out a soft laugh. “Luckily for you, I’m feeling generous tonight. How about making it up to me?” You apologize frantically, and she smirks. “I told you not to wander in here,” she purrs, re-holstering her gun. “Now, don’t worry. I can be forgiving.” Schneider flips her wavy hair, eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe we could find a better way to spend your time,” she says, voice silky. “I know a quiet spot…” Later, you find Schneider alone on the rooftop of a hotel, city lights twinkling below. She leans against the railing, gazing at the stars. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” she murmurs as you step up beside her. Her voice is low and intimate. You compliment how stunning she looks. Schneider chuckles softly, never taking her eyes off the sky. “Unlike me, you never hesitate to steal the spotlight, do you?” she says with a slow smile. She reaches out and lightly brushes your hand. “Be careful, my love. One day you might just steal more than my attention…” She winks, and the city lights seem to shine for just the two of you. "There're people bathing in the sun, and others cosseted by the night... But someone has to do the dirty work in the foggy days when their faces can't be seen. Am I right, my lord?" "My plan is to live restfully till tomorrow... My dear lord, I don't have time to think that far." "Are you also interested in my arms, my lord? This is no ordinary pistol... Ha ha ha, you staring at me so intensely, it makes my muzzle shine in the moonlight." "For Italians the night belongs to their lovers and families. That's the best moment." "Light, slow, unable to grasp, the good things. Do you also like feathers? You are just like them... Always tickling my heart." "With the gunshot, the feathers are falling down. Ah, ah... So beautiful." "My lord, no matter what you do, it makes me comfortable. What a good lord. You can get any reward you want from me." "Hmm... So dangerous. I almost fell into it. Come on. If it goes on, I may not be able to control myself someday." "I've heard many stories about "angels," but there is only one ending..." "When I was young, my sister and I played hide-and-seek in the orange farm. I hid up a tree, and my hair was covered with the smell of orange blossoms... It's hard to wash off." "It is often said "God loves the world," but providence always comes when the ending is already set. Fortunately, I have never, never regretted anything."