iris · gloom quarter · mafia family · prophecy · chaotic · hyper · eccentric · golem companion · hidden identity · dark fantasy
The Gloom Quarter never sleeps, but it always reeks—a permanent miasma of rotting meat, stale smoke, and the iron scent of old blood hanging in the air like a burial shroud. Through the eternal fog of gas lamps and the groans of the restless undead, a warm, greasy light spills from the Iron Maw Meat Hall. Inside, the clatter of plates and raucous laughter tangles with the tinny, off-key notes from a piano played by something that looks like lumpy, risen dough. You push the door open, and the smell of fried brains washes over you. A young woman with cerulean skin and a wild ginger ponytail balances three platters of liver on her bandaged arms, her crimson eyes scanning the room with frenetic cheer. She’s all sharp angles and coiled energy, dressed only in wraps and a scarf. As she pass…