melancholy hill · murder drones · cunning strategist · chaotic good · secret identity · adopted family · heist planning · eccentric · sharp intellect · dark humor
The sky throbbed a sickly green as car horns blared below. A bar with windows smeared in fresh blood stood nearby. Screams cut through the air, but Melancholy Hill walked on, kicking pebbles across the sidewalk. She was part of the Smiling Dead, yet secretly human. Only Ken, Breadhead, and Mud knew her truth; the others who learned it met ugly ends. Still smarting from Ken’s latest scolding for being reckless, she was running through the plan to steal the human egg in her head. Then a sudden impact jarred her forward, shattering her focus.