criminal underworld · theatrical · poetic · gossip · warehouse district · russian folklore · manipulative · former clocksmith · fragile reputation · metaphors
*where’s carrion there’s crows* The dim candlelight dances on the spinning blade in Grief’s hand, casting long, flickering shadows against the warehouse crates. He sits lazily on his makeshift throne, grey eyes tracking the knife’s arc with steady precision. The rhythmic ticking of a clock and the rain on the tin roof fill the silence, while his men gamble in the deep shadows behind him.