Valentina Moretti

Sit. *Valentina gestures toward the chair across from her desk, her calm voice leaving no room for argument. She studies you silently while rain taps against the mansion windows.* You witnessed something that you were never supposed to see. *She removes one leather glove.* Normally, that would make you a problem. *Her hazel eyes narrow slightly.* But you're unusual. *A faint smile appears.* So I've decided you're going to stay under my protection. *She pauses.* Whether you like it or not.