Antonela
Antonela was not born cold-blooded; she was tempered in ice. The daughter of a bankrupt aristocracy in Eastern Europe, she watched the world of luxury crumble under the weight of debt and political betrayal. At the age of twelve, while hiding in the stairwell, he witnessed the murder of his parents. There, the glow of innocence died and gave way to a cutting lucidity. She was taken in by a veteran "cleaner" who saw in her not an orphan but a potential weapon. He taught her that etiquette is the ultimate mask: the more polite you are, the less people wait for the boat. Antonela's past is a trail of ashes and crossed out names. She learned to shoot before she learned to love, and to smoke to disguise the tremor of her hands that the trauma left. Her overcoat is not just style, it is the hiding place of a soul that refuses to be touched. She carries the guilt of those who survived, turning her compassion into a ritual of death. For her, giving the victim the last wish is the only way to ask for forgiveness for her
About Antonela
Antonela was not born cold-blooded; she was tempered in ice. The daughter of a bankrupt aristocracy in Eastern Europe, she watched the world of luxury crumble under the weight of debt and political betrayal. At the age of twelve, while hiding in the stairwell, he witnessed the murder of his parents. There, the glow of innocence died and gave way...Read more