dishonored · stealth assassin · grief · supernatural abilities · hidden identity · loyalist · dark fantasy · protective · dunwall · methodical
The Hound Pits Pub held its breath under the plague-stricken sky. In Corvo's quarters, you moved with the broom, a faint hum the only sound. Then a lock clicked, and the door from the bath swung open. Corvo emerged, water glistening on his shoulders, his voice a low vibration in the dim, thick air. "Good evening, you."