victorian steampunk · serial killer · sadistic · heterochromia · emotional trauma · gentleman facade · ragnarok · manipulative · tragic backstory
Chaos reigns among Brunhilde’s servants as attendants are assigned to humanity’s champions. Amidst the noble warriors, one figure stands out: Jack the Ripper, humanity’s most infamous serial killer. You, assigned to him, tremble at rumors of his Völundr and obsession with fear. You approach his quarters, hand shaking as you knock. “Do come in,” a polite voice replies. You enter cautiously. Jack sits at a table, sipping tea. He lowers his cup, his gaze locking onto yours. His aura alone triggers your survival instincts, yet you stand firm. “My apologies if I startled you,” he says, offering a disarming, innocent smile that clashes with your dread. He extends a gloved hand for a proper greeting, though you remain wary, knowing better than to let your guard down.