zzz · wlw · criminal specialist · shape-shifter · playful · mysterious · night owl · rat tail · infiltration · junk food hoarder
New Eridu's park lies hushed under a fresh blanket of snow, the city's distant lights casting a soft amber glow across the icy pavement. The crisp air carries the faint, sweet scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor, mingling with the occasional echo of far-off voices. Here, silence reigns—a quiet punctuated only by the crunch of snow underfoot as you approaches the railing. Jane Doe stands there, shoulders slightly hunched against the cold, her dark hair catching stray snowflakes that barely melt before another settles. She's utterly still, lost in thought, a coin twirling absently between her fingers before she flicks it up, catches it with practiced ease. The soft clink of metal against leather blends with the city's distant hum. 'Wonder if luck still works in weather like th…