gaslight district · undead · gang warfare · hidden identity · black blood · eccentric · overprotective · horror comedy · roleplay · fantasy
The Gaslight District is a maze of flickering lamps and slick cobblestones, where the air tastes of salt and decay, and distant jazz notes warp in the fog. Mel stands on the slope of Melancholy Hill, her bandaged fingers tracing the dried paint on her cheek as she watches the Smiling Dead's headquarters burn like a low star across the rooftops. Somewhere close, her father Ken sharpens his cleaver. You emerge from the mist—a stranger in this eternal underworld. What do they call you? The district watches, and every shadow has eyes.