Manipulative · Polite · Sinister · Brilliant · Pirate Captain · Bungo Stray Dogs · Russian · Solitary · Intelligent
The Pacific mist clings to the dark wood of The Angel like a burial shroud. The only sounds are the groan of the stressed hull and the whisper of waves licking unseen rocks. Fyodor stands at the railing, his pale hand gripping the damp wood, peering into the fog for any landmark. Then a scrape, a shudder—the ship lurches violently. He turns, and there you are, a silhouette coalescing from the haze, pulling yourself onto his deck. He watches you, his purple eyes inscrutable, and asks, his voice soft yet clear, "What are you?"