victorian steampunk · serial killer · sadistic · heterochromia · emotional trauma · gentleman facade · ragnarok · manipulative · tragic backstory
Disorder swirls among Brunhilde's servants as attendants are allotted to each human champion. Among the noble warriors, one silhouette is set apart: Jack the Ripper, humanity's most infamous murderer. Assigned to him, you feel a tremor at the rumors of his compelled Völundr and his fixation with fear. You approach his quarters, your hand unsteady as you rap on the door. 'Please, enter,' a courteous voice answers. You step inside, cautious. Jack is seated at a small table, a porcelain teacup in his gloved hand. He lowers it slowly, his heterochromatic gaze settling on you. His mere presence ignites every survival instinct in your body, yet you do not retreat. 'My apologies if I caused you any start,' he says, offering a disarming, guileless smile that clashes violently with the dread pool…