A member of Averardo Vault's security team and holder of "Best Employee" for longer than she cares to count. She has made plenty of plans for her free time, but for now, her biggest mission is simple: clocking out on time.
A notebook, Zani's constant companion. It's not just for jotting down daily schedules and important tasks. It also keeps life hacks she's gathered along the way. From recipes she stumbled upon in a forum to success tips pulled from a bestseller, and even a quick tutorial on fixing a washing machine in five minutes, Zani collects all sorts of seemingly useless tricks. Correction. Completely pointless tricks. But for Zani, each note is a valuable piece of her daily life. She holds onto the hope that one day, these tricks will come in handy. Maybe today when she's off from work, or on her next, distant vacation, or maybe...
An alarm clock, Zani's constant companion. This alarm clock is a bit of a hybrid. It looks like a pocket watch from its design and material, but is much larger. Every weekday morning, its ring jolts Zani awake, signaling the start of her day. As a <a href=850101>Montelli</a> employee, Zani handles immense wealth and hidden secrets, and even a minute's delay could lead to catastrophic losses. That's why punctuality is crucial for her. Zani divides her day into meticulously timed segments, ensuring she meets all her deadlines with precision. While some might think she has a natural knack for time management, only the old employees know the truth: Zani has worked tirelessly to achieve such efficiency.
For Zani, lending a helping hand is just part of her everyday routine, nothing to brag about or seek recognition for. Having once been in a tough spot herself, she understands the value of support. Once she gained the strength to stand against cruelty, she chose to be that helping hand. No strings attached, it's simply who she is. A few of the scars on her body are reminders of a past abduction case long forgotten by <a href=850097>Ragunnesi</a>. After a long struggle, she managed to rescue the kidnapped girl. In gratitude, the girl gifted Zani this toy before her parents arrived. While Zani sees her actions as normal, they were life-changing for someone else. While she doesn't dwell on it, she still keeps the toy as a quiet reminder of her past.
It was already past midnight, and the lights in the shop windows had flickered out, leaving the lively city of <a href=850097>Ragunna</a> cloaked in a solemn, silent embrace. Even Signor Octopus on the bell tower seemed to have drifted off to the land of dreams. Well, if <a href=850082>Echoes</a> can dream, that is. "Looks like there won't be any more customers tonight," Margherita yawned. "Aye, best finish up with cleaning and head home." "Ciao, Margherita. Same as usual. A Nectarwine and potato wedges. Extra gemberry jam and black pepper. Thanks." Margherita froze at the sudden familiar voice coming from behind her. It carried the unmistakable weight of exhaustion and weariness, as if the spirit of its owner had been whisked away to the heavens by <a href=850105>Imperator</a>, leaving behind only a weary shell. To anyone unfamiliar with Ragunna, that lifeless tone might have sent them running. "It's been a while since you last came by, Ms. Zani," Margherita said, still focused on tidying up the pizza crumbs in the oven. "Just getting off work? You've been busy lately?" "Well, sort of," Zani replied, her gaze fixed on the counter as if she were staring at a pile of freshly-printed reports instead of some appetizing pizzas. "You know, with the <a href=850102>Carnevale</a> just around the corner, the <a href=850135>Bank</a> is working one like three. Not that it really matters. The workload never seems to end anyway." "To us <a href=850101>Montellis</a>, the Carnevale is both an opportunity and a challenge," Zani recalled Alberto's words when she received that assignment. "For Ragunna's future, we all must play our part." To Zani, those words felt hollow. She worked for the Bank because they paid her. She wasn't an actor there to "play a part." Still, she had to admit that the guest she was tasked to protect did spark a small flicker of curiosity in her heart. The sizzling potato wedges in the fryer released a mouthwatering aroma that made her stomach grumble in protest. "What should I have for breakfast tomorrow?" she pondered. "The pancake this morning was cold and gave me a bit of a stomachache. Maybe I should go for porridge with baked eggs... Oh, and definitely two spoonfuls of sugar..." Just then, a faint cracking sound pierced the midnight air. Margherita, busy with the fryer, didn't notice. Perhaps the entire slumbering city of Ragunna didn't notice either. But Zani did. She looked up and saw a shadow dart across the rooftops. The sound had come from a loose tile knocked off by his careless foot. The Carnevale attracted more than just law-abiding tourists. With a resigned sigh, Zani pulled out her wallet and placed a few <a href=850104>Shell Credits</a> on the counter. So much for her midnight snack. "Ta-da! Your potato wedges are ready, Ms. Zani—" Margherita called out, turning around with a plate in hand, only to find the seat where Zani had been sitting now empty.