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Rosanna
6 scenes, 640 lines
1. Symbol
46 lines*Whirr*
...
Soft metallic clicks fill the room
as Rosanna cleans a long-barreled, large-caliber pistol
beneath the dim light.
You wanted to see me, Boss?
May I ask what it's regarding?
...
Consigliere grips her shoulder as if something suddenly comes to mind.
... Yes, I do.
Right, you couldn't forget that even if you wanted to.
So, did anything turn up in that pile of corpses?
What are you... referring to?
If it's something Anthony's gang would've had...
*Glint*
The rose emblem engraved on the pistol catches the light.
!
No... it can't be.
Consigliere's gaze shifts toward the display case along the wall.
...!
The display case where the symbol is meant to rest...
stands empty.
...
That's impossible.
If Anthony's men were behind this, we'd have investigated them over and over...
Don't worry, I'm already aware of that.
Now tell me, how many people do you think are capable of
getting past this mansion's security, making it all the way in here, and tampering with that display case?
... None. It's impossible.
No one's ever managed to get past this mansion's security.
*Click*
Hoo...
Rosanna finishes cleaning the pistol and blows on the muzzle.
This place is impossible to breach from the outside,
yet someone managed to steal the ring from the inside.
Now, what do you make of that?
...
An inside job.
2. Rosanna's Invitation
88 linesUgh...
...
!
An unfamiliar ceiling...
I bolt upright.
Ugh... Where am I...?
A sudden stab of pain shoots through my head, and I press a hand to my temple.
What on earth happened yesterday...?
I try to piece together the hazy fragments of my memory.
Yesterday had started out as a rare, quiet day.
Out of nowhere, I got a text from Rosanna.
Then I was on my way to the Hedonia mansion in the Outer Rim.
Don't hold back. Help yourself.
Consider it my way of repaying you for everything you've done for me.
Before me lies a lavish spread.
*Glug, glug, glug*
That's it. Bottoms up.
Before long, one glass becomes two...
*Glug, glug, glug*
Two glasses become three...
And the empty bottles keep piling up.
R-right...
After finishing our lavish meal,
Rosanna leads me to...
...!
...
I cautiously lift the blanket beside me.
... Thankfully, no one's there.
At that moment...
*Knock, knock*
Are you awake?
I have a message from the Boss.
She asks that you come to the dining room as soon as you're ready.
... Okay.
After hurriedly getting ready, I head to the dining room.
I find Rosanna eating with a glass of wine in one hand.
You're drinking again? Didn't you drink enough last night?
Yeah, I did.
...
Did you just call me "Honey"?
What? I said that?
Of course you did.
You were incredible last night, Mister.
I swear, you amaze me every time.
You look so innocent during the day,
but once night falls, you become a completely different person.
...
Hm? Still playing dumb, huh?
Then maybe I should tell everyone what you whispered in my ear last night...
... I think that's enough.
Haha, I haven't had this much fun in a while.
You're always so much fun to tease, Mister.
All right, that's enough kidding around.
Come have a seat in front of me.
Okay.
*Creak*
To be honest... yeah.
There are two main reasons.
First, it's simply a gesture of goodwill.
I've been in your debt more than a few times over the years, haven't I?
I figured it was about time I returned the favor.
So your idea of paying me back was buying me drinks from start to finish, huh?
Still, I had a great time.
So what's the other reason?
What kind of event is it?
A long-standing tradition dating back to Hedonia's founding.
We're going to hold a coronation.
A truly grand one.
I figured we couldn't put it off any longer.
... A coronation?
Haha, looks like you've got a lot of questions.
Why don't we move somewhere else?
I have a feeling this conversation's going to take a while.
3. Information Gathering
108 linesWe make our way to the Outpost,
and Rosanna brings me up to speed on everything that's happened.
So, let me get this straight...
You need to hold a coronation, but you're in a bind because the ring was stolen.
Officially, yeah.
And while we're at it, we might as well hold the coronation we've been putting off.
But the real goal is to smoke the rat out.
Is that ring really worth stealing?
It's a symbol of Hedonia's power.
The ring is passed down exclusively to the organization's boss.
Once a successor is chosen, it's bestowed during a coronation ceremony.
The previous boss will personally place it on their successor's finger.
... Though I guess my case was a little different.
...
Are you sure it's okay for me to attend an event like that?
Of course.
How could my man miss such a historic occasion?
With no former Boss around,
I'd say you're the only one who can take their place, Mister.
... If that's the case, I suppose I have no choice.
Rosanna holds out a crumpled piece of paper.
What's this...?
...
I unfold the note.
The handwriting appears to have been deliberately disguised.
"The throne of Hedonia does not belong to a bloodstained usurper."
"We will never recognize someone who cast aside all legitimacy and trampled our code as our boss."
"Just as you took what was ours,"
"now it's our turn to take what's yours."
"We'll start with what you treasure most."
... Are you sure you're gonna be okay?
What a cheap little farce.
All that talk about legitimacy? It's the same line everyone in this business trots out.
Still, there's one thing that bothers me...
...
?
Heh, it's nothing.
I'm just pissed off, that's all.
Some little rat actually has the nerve to send me letters saying they're going to lay their hands on what's mine.
Rosanna's fingers tighten around the glass.
The muscles in her hand tense.
At that moment,
the doorbell rings.
Dolla?
Long time no see, Client.
I was in the area for a business deal and didn't expect to run into you here.
Really? Then let's hear what you've got.
Does the name "Marco" ring any bells?
That's a name I haven't heard in a while.
Wasn't he the former boss's eldest son?
The one who kept making one stupid decision after another until he got himself kicked out of the line of succession.
Who knows whether he was actually a fool.
But it's true that, despite being the eldest son, he was passed over as successor.
After the previous boss died, Marco established his own independent faction,
claiming they were the organization's only legitimate heirs.
I remember him. He was becoming a nuisance, so we took care of him.
So what's he got to do with this?
What, did he claw his way out of his grave with some kind of dark magic?
Well, you could say that.
What?
After you took care of him, what did you do?
Exactly.
Right after you took over as the boss,
things started to unravel during the purge and consolidation of the various factions.
After running a full background check on everyone in Hedonia,
we found that quite a few of them came from Marco's faction.
Most of them are probably loyal enough,
but can you really say there's no one among them still waiting for a chance to settle the score?
...
Remember how they kept emphasizing "legitimacy"?
Funny how that seems to line up with what's happening now, doesn't it?
You're right, it did say that on the note.
After delivering the information, Dolla collects her payment and disappears without a trace.
...
Rosanna looks at the list, deep in thought.
How's it looking?
Rosanna's expression darkens.
... I wonder if there's anything I can do to help.
Rosanna.
Yeah?
Want to come with me for a bit?
What's this? Asking me out all of a sudden?
It's fine, Mister.
If you're worried about me, you don't need to be.
It's not exactly that. I figured we could get some fresh air while I help you out.
Yeah,
I came up with something that'll hit them where it hurts.
4. Preparing the Bait
135 lines*Jingle*
Liter, are you busy right now?
Greenhorn?
What brings you here? You could've at least given me a heads-up.
And who's this with you?
Hey there.
It's nothing serious. I just wanted to ask you a favor.
Hmm, is that so?
There's definitely something funny going on between you two...
So what's the story? Just what are you to each other?
Liter is wary of Rosanna's sudden appearance.
Now more than ever, she needs to stay calm.
Well, she's a Nikke, and I'm her Commander...
Before I can finish my sentence, Rosanna grabs me
and pulls me toward her.
He's my man.
!!
You're not seriously going to deny it now, are you?
... She's right.
Hmph... I figured as much.
So it's the boss of Hedonia this time, is it?
You sure do have a knack for getting mixed up with all kinds of people, Greenhorn.
...
So? What brings you to the workshop in the middle of your date?
If you're about to tell me you came to this sacred workshop just to make yourselves a pair of matching rings, you're in for an earful.
Well, aren't you sharp? How'd you know we came to have a ring made?
Wh-what?!
Here's the commission form.
I hand Liter the signet ring commission form.
So, think you can do it?
Hmm... Well, I should have this finished in about 30 minutes.
Now then, what're you planning to use it for?
If it ends up being used for some shady deal, I'll be the one who ends up in hot water.
Well, about that...
Who knows? Your guess is as good as mine.
Mister's the one who dragged me here.
Maybe he's planning to propose?
Don't just take her word for it.
*Scrub, scrub*
*Whirrrrr*
*Clang, clang*
There now! All done!
The finished ring sparkles as it catches the light.
Looks like the real thing, doesn't it?
I tried putting myself in the shoes of someone who cared a lot about legitimacy and thought about what would bother them the most.
Not a bad plan.
If they come crawling out on their own, it'll make things a whole lot easier.
So, what's next?
Next...
Can I see your hand for a sec?
Huh? What for?
Shouldn't we try it on first to make sure it fits?
Rosanna extends her hand.
I gently take it and carefully slide the ring onto her ring finger.
...
Rosanna's gaze lingers on her hand for a moment.
It suits you well.
Huh? Isn't it supposed to go on this finger?
So it's your pinky.
That's right.
Then you kiss the ring, and that's it.
It's a vow that you've truly become my man.
It's better if we save that for the coronation.
With our list of suspects and the fake ring ready, everything's in place.
Now all that's left is to head back to the mansion and get ready...
All right, let's head back to the mansion.
...
Rosanna?
What...? I thought we were going together?
Why the sudden change?
Just because I go there doesn't mean I'll get hurt.
Easy for you to say.
...
The letter mentioned, "what you treasure most."
Do you really think they were only talking about the ring?
...
Rosanna turns and walks away without a moment's hesitation.
Hold on.
What now?
I'll come with you.
Jeez, you're impossible.
Already forgot about the time
you got shot up and landed in the hospital?
... I'm not the same person I was back then.
You've always been the one protecting me.
Now I want to be there for you.
...
I want to stand beside you as your equal,
as your man.
*Sigh*
You really know how to make it impossible for me to say no.
Fine...
If that's what my man's decided, then it's my job to see it through.
Rosanna extends her hand to me.
Follow me, Mister.
...
*Creak*
How could that be?
If anything, just thinking about catching that little rat gets my blood pumping.
... Are you sure about this?
They may seem easy enough to deal with, but they're still part of the underworld.
We can't guarantee your safety.
5. Coronation
167 linesTime passes, and soon it's the day of the coronation.
...
As I stand among a crowd of fearsome-looking gang members,
sharp glares come at me from every direction. They must be wondering who the unfamiliar face is.
But this is exactly what I expected.
After all, my purpose from the start was to stand out.
*Rumble*
At last, the heavy doors swing open.
Rosanna slowly walks in.
...
!
Just one glance from Rosanna is enough to leave me overwhelmed.
... Who could possibly look into those eyes and still dare call her a fake?
Is everyone present?
We will now commence the Hedonia coronation ceremony.
This is a sacred ceremony. Any conduct unbecoming will not be tolerated.
One by one, the gang members step forward and drop to one knee.
Each takes Rosanna's hand and presses a kiss to the ring.
I'm stationed at the back with Marco's former men.
As I slowly scan the room for any sign of trouble...
All of a sudden,
something cold presses into my back.
...!
Keep quiet.
Try anything funny, and you're dead.
... What do you want?
Lemme ask you something.
You...
You're Rosanna's man, aren't you?
Murmurs ripple through the crowd.
... What's all this commotion?
You there! Show some respect. You're in the middle of a ceremony.
Suddenly,
a giant of a man pushes through the crowd and emerges.
Just as expected, he's holding a ring.
It's you...!
Brothers!
*Glint*
Do you see this ring?
This is the real one!
The ring you swore your loyalty to is a fake!
Rosanna's been playing you all for fools!
A fake ring for a fake boss!
... I figured as much, but you've completely lost your mind.
Stealing the ring wasn't enough, huh? You even had the nerve to show yourself.
You're throwing your life away for nothing.
Are you so sure about that?
Brothers... You haven't forgotten, have you?
How the boss we all served met his end that day.
...!
A flicker of uncertainty crosses the faces of a few gang members.
That's what happens when you rule through force and fear.
People may seem loyal, but the moment doubt takes root, their trust starts to crack.
I came here today fully prepared to lay down my life just to plant that seed.
Yes... that's the reaction I'm looking for.
The burly man flashes a smug grin.
Rosanna,
the ring isn't the only thing you hold dear, is it?
...!
In an instant, I'm yanked forward,
and a cold blade presses against my neck.
How does it feel knowing your man's a hostage?
Everything has gone according to plan. Now it's time for me to make my move.
...
Rosanna's expression hardens in an instant.
Rosanna...?
She slowly starts walking toward me.
Just for today, I'll do things your way...
*Click-clack*
Rosanna keeps walking toward us.
She doesn't look remotely interested in listening to the burly man's threats.
...!
D-don't come any closer.
*Click-clack*
Her steps are measured, unhurried.
Yet the calm confidence she carries exudes an inexplicable sense of overwhelming presence.
I said stay back!
Damn you!
If you take one more step...!
With a soft swish,
a sharp blade stops just short of my throat.
Rosanna!
Sorry, Mister. I've changed my mind.
I thought I'd be fine with it, but after seeing it with my own eyes, I just can't.
Some filthy little rat actually had the nerve to lay its hands on what's mine.
S-so that's how you're going to play it?!
!!
Just before the blade can slice into my neck,
my body reacts on instinct.
*Whack!*
My elbow slams squarely into the man's side.
Urgh...!
I can feel the strength draining from his body.
Hup!
The instant I see my chance, I throw him over my shoulder with everything I've got.
*Crash!*
...
To think I'd end up using the hand-to-hand combat I learned at the military academy here of all places...
... Impressive.
I could've sworn he was twice your size.
Well... I may not look it, but I'm a soldier.
Suddenly,
we hear someone pick up a firearm behind us.
*Click*
...!
Get down!
!
*Bang! Bang!*
...
I turn around to see
the large man sprawled on the ground, shot through both shoulders.
*Cough...*
Go ahead, try me.
You know how I am.
Once I decide something's mine, I never let anyone else have it.
Not my man. Not my ring.
Hedonia's no different.
*Click*
Rosanna, wait...!
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
Gunshots ring out one after another.
A brutal reminder of the price of defying the boss of Hedonia.
*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*
And of the fate awaiting anyone who dares lay a hand on the boss's man.
Everyone present understands the message perfectly.
...
Rosanna squats down in front of the groaning, writhing giant of a man.
She snatches the ring from his hand and starts rolling it between her fingers.
...
*Wham!*
*Thud*
... Take him away.
Right away.
The other gang members drag the man away.
... How many times have I told you?
I hate it when my things get damaged,
so take better care of yourself.
Well, at least the ring escaped unscathed.
... Just kidding.
At least I did better than last time, right?
I'll take that as a compliment.
Yes, Boss.
Consigliere approaches and examines the spot on my neck where the blade grazed me.
I'm fine...
Please understand.
If anything were to happen to you, our lives would be at risk as well.
... Okay.
Rosanna's gunshots usher in a new era,
once again impressing upon everyone present
who Hedonia's true ruler is.
6. The Vow
96 lines*Whirr*
...
Everything appears normal.
I can't find so much as a single bruise.
Good work. Thanks.
See? Told you I'm fine.
Yeah, yeah.
...
Ha. The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it gets.
You actually wanted to be the bait and take him down yourself?
Where the hell does a mere soldier get that kind of nerve?
It's nothing I can't handle.
I'm your man, after all.
Let's head back to the mansion.
What are you talking about, Mister? Did you hit your head or something?
The ceremony's already over. We're not going back to the mansion...
I know,
but... there's still something I have to do.
*Creak*
Hmm?
What's going on, Mister?
Why bring me somewhere so private all of a sudden?
Trying something new?
Hang on a sec.
I walk over to the display case.
*Click*
I open it and take out the gleaming symbol.
I didn't realize you had a thing for jewelry.
Go ahead and take it.
The ceremony's already over, and the rat's been caught.
It's not that.
I just feel like I didn't really get to participate in the ceremony.
Why don't you sit here for a minute?
Fine, I'll play along.
I have Rosanna sit in an elegant antique chair in the room,
then slowly lower myself to one knee before her.
...
Looking up at Rosanna from below, she is incredibly imposing
yet breathtakingly beautiful.
Rosanna, your hand.
... Very well.
Rosanna extends her hand, looking satisfied.
I carefully slip the ring onto her pinky finger.
Yeah, I do.
Didn't you say before that I'm the only man you trust with your life?
... Yeah, I did say that.
Then I'll trust you with my life too.
All right.
I slowly lift Rosanna's hand
and press my lips to the ring on her pinky finger.
I swear,
from this moment on, I'm truly yours.
Heh...
This is even more fun than I expected.
To think the only man I've ever entrusted my life to
would become completely mine.
...
To be honest, I never paid much attention to this ring.
But now? I've changed my mind.
I don't think I could ever let it go.
Not this ring... and not you either, Mister.
I hope you'll cherish us both.
Of course.
*Knock, knock*
All right, let's head back.
I grasp the doorknob
and ease the door open with a creak.
...
*Bang*
Rosanna immediately slams it shut.
?
Then
I hear the lock click into place.
I don't think that's going to work.
... Why's that?
Rosanna edges closer and closer.
Yeah...
That night,
I become Rosanna's,
and Rosanna becomes mine.
We belong to no one but each other.



