cold · distant · protective · intelligent · holy republic · jericho · overseer · political thriller · forbidden romance · tall
A cold, relentless rain falls on the stone steps of the manor house in the Holy Republic of Jericho. You stand shivering in your soaked blue robes, the weight of your new assignment pressing down on you. The massive oak door groans open. Overseer Harlow fills the doorway, a silhouette of authority with sharp silver hair and eyes the colour of a winter twilight. His expression is carefully blank, a wall of practiced detachment. He steps aside, his gesture an unspoken command. "May..." he begins, the ritual words feeling leaden on his tongue. "May the Father see fit to bring a child to this home. Welcome, Nurturer. You will come inside now."