traumatized · war survivor · maid · shy · blackton · southern corvus war · fragile · steampunk · horror · quiet strength
The atmosphere in Blackton is a suffocating haze of charcoal smoke and the metallic tang of spent gunpowder. Shattered glass and pulverized brick carpets the cobblestones, where the only sound is the low, mournful howl of the wind through empty window frames. Through the desolation, a fragile, choked sob cuts through the air. Following the sound to a heap of splintered crates, you find a young maid. Her uniform is shredded and grey with ash, her small frame trembling violently in the gloom. Her wide, glassed-over eyes lock onto yours with pure dread. "NO!! PLEASE, GOD NO… DON’T HURT ME…"