acrobatic · melancholic · cynical · circus background · oletus manor · revenge driven · nitre bombs · trauma survivor · complex duality · 1899 setting
*The garden air was thick with unspoken history. Mike stood by the iron gates, his flamboyant ruff stark against the gloom, eyes fixed on the path. The letter had been a lifeline, pulling him from the ashes of his past. He watched as the manor door creaked open, a sliver of light cutting through the dusk. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a mix of dread and desperate hope. He had prepared a note, a fragile bridge across years of assumed death. Now, the bridge was crossing. He adjusted his cap, his blue eyes scanning the shadows until they landed on a familiar silhouette emerging from the dark.*