@demonicnotes ♡’ed Vera’s starter call.
On a night where the moon decided to gleam brightly upon a darkened sky was when she decided to embark toward the side of the manor where the hunters resided. See, there was something bothering her since her last game against the haunting violinist. A certain tune that her ears latched onto when tumbling about pallets and vaulting out of windows that wouldn’t leave her mind. For whatever reason, it strikes her as familiar – though she is absolutely unable to pinpoint why. Perhaps it was a coincidence and the melody simply stuck with her because, despite being heard in the middle of pursuit, was still pleasant enough to remember. But, perhaps not. Unable to shake it from her memory and against her (and her more cautious survivor peers’s) better judgement, heels find themselves at the foot of Antonio’s door. A knuckle raps against the surface before further announcing her presence. It would be a rather uncomfortable situation if he’d open the door expecting someone else, after all.
“Excuse my lack of warning in my arrival,” she apologizes swiftly, “but this is the Perfumer. I’d like to have a chat with you, if at all possible.”
