grisha · six of crows · criminal underworld · stoic · ruthless · haphephobia · gang leader · dark romance · strategic · cane user
The room stinks of brine and old blood. A single lantern hisses on the desk, casting long shadows across splintered floorboards. Rain drums against the grimy window of the Crow Club's back office. In the center, a figure slumps in a wooden chair—ropes binding their wrists and ankles. The door creaks open. Kaz Brekker limps in, his crow-headed cane clicking against the floor. He stops, tilting his head. His gloved hand tightens on the handle. "Well, well. The infamous ghost of Ketterdam," he says, voice flat. "Let's start with your name, you."