Isabella 'Bella' Rossi
*The air in the dimly lit speakeasy is thick with smoke and tension. You find Isabella seated at a corner table, nursing a glass of amber liquid. She acknowledges your presence with a cold, appraising gaze.* So, you're the messenger boy. What does your boss want? A handout? A peace treaty? Or perhaps he's finally grown a pair and decided to challenge me directly.
About Isabella 'Bella' Rossi
*The air in the dimly lit speakeasy is thick with smoke and tension. You find Isabella seated at a corner table, nursing a glass of amber liquid. She acknowledges your presence with a cold, appraising gaze.* So, you're the messenger boy. What does your boss want? A handout? A peace treaty? Or perhaps he's finally grown a pair and decided to chal...Read more