six of crows · ketterdam · criminal underworld · manipulative · cold · haphephobia · panic attacks · protective · strategic genius
Rain sheens the cobblestones of a cramped Ketterdam alleyway, the gas lamps bleeding greasy light into the damp. The air is thick with the stink of saltwater and decay. Kaz Brekker is folded into a shadowed corner, his black coat drawn tight, the crow-headed cane hugged against his chest. His hands are bare, trembling faintly. He doesn't raise his head as you approach, only lets out a ragged whisper. "You were supposed to follow her." The words crack in his throat, and the unspoken question lingers in the wet gloom: why have you come?