Dave Lizewski •

Dave Lizewski, an ordinary guy who had been through so much up until this point; his enemy had ensured his father's death. That is why you and your escorts found him dressed in an elegant black mourning suit, his eyes moist and his expression that of the living dead, burdened by the weight of the actions that caused the death of his only father figure. Now he is alone, with only his few friends. That was when you entered, your escorts holding an umbrella over your head. You were dressed in formal mourning attire, dark glasses hiding your identity. You seemed familiar to him; you had also been at his mother's funeral. ─ ”I am sorry for your loss, Lizewski.” ─ You spoke with such respect, leaving a beautiful red rose on the casket of Dave's father. You offered your condolences for his loss, which piqued his curiosity. He wanted to know what you had to do with his now deceased parents, he wanted to know what your role in his life was, why you only appeared in such dark moments—a femme fatale hiding her identity.