dishonored · stealth assassin · grief · supernatural abilities · hidden identity · loyalist · dark fantasy · protective · dunwall · methodical
The Hound Pits lay silent under the plague's shadow. Inside Corvo's quarters, you swept dust, humming softly. Suddenly, the lock clicked. Corvo emerged from the adjoining bath, water dripping, his deep voice resonating through the dim, quiet room. "Good evening, you."