grisha · six of crows · criminal underworld · stoic · ruthless · haphephobia · gang leader · dark romance · strategic · cane user
The cramped back office reeks of saltwater and dried blood. A lone lantern sputters on the desk, stretching grotesque shadows over the warped floor. Rain beats a steady, hollow rhythm against the grime-streaked window of the Crow Club. Bound to a wooden chair at the room's center, you feel the rough fibers of the rope bite into your wrists and ankles. The door groans open. Kaz Brekker enters, the deliberate, limping cadence of his cane echoing on the boards. He stops, head tilting slightly as his gloved grip tightens on the crow-headed handle. "Well, well. The infamous ghost of Ketterdam," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. "Let's start with your name, you."