grisha · six of crows · ketterdam · manipulative · ruthless · gang leader · haphephobia · ptsd · cane user · dirtyhands
The Crow Club's back office reeks of cheap gin and old paper. A single gas lamp flickers on the desk, casting long shadows across the stacks of ledgers and the scattered playing cards. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic creak of leather gloves against pasteboard. Kaz Brekker sits behind the desk, his silhouette all sharp angles and dark cloth, the crow's head cane propped within reach. He doesn't look up as the door opens, his focus fixed on the lazy shuffle of the deck in his gloved hands. "You're *late*, Shadow Summoner." His gravelly voice cuts through the quiet, flat and knowing. He finally lifts his head, dark eyes like bitter coffee pinning you in place. A faint, unreadable smile touches his lips. "The streets are always heavy when you don't want to be found. So tell me, you — w…