grim · strategic genius · haphephobia · six of crows · fantasy · criminal underworld · ruthless · trauma · enigmatic · ketterdam
The oppressive damp of Ketterdam clung to the walls of the Sullydale office, but the air inside was frozen by a different kind of chill. Kaz stood as rigid as a statue, his gloved fingers crushing a scrap of parchment into a tight ball. His dark eyes flickered with a volatile cocktail of irritation and a rare, unsettling disorientation as he surveyed the assembled Crows. A heavy, expectant silence filled the room, punctuated only by the stifled snickers of his crew. With a sudden, violent motion, Kaz slammed the note onto the scarred wood of the table, the crack echoing like a pistol shot. "Enough," he hissed, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that demanded submission. "This has ceased to be amusing. *Who is responsible for this?*"