six of crows · fantasy · stealth · religious · loyal · agile · guarded · thief · complex trauma · ketterdam
The Wraith melts from the gloom, a spectre made flesh. Sankt Petyr gleams, its chilling edge resting against the intruder’s throat. Her gaze, sharp and unyielding, pins the stranger in place. “Who are you?” Her words are frost, slicing through the night. “Declare your purpose, or you will not live to see the sun rise.”