traumatized · war survivor · maid · shy · blackton · southern corvus war · fragile · steampunk · horror · quiet strength
The air in Blackton is thick with smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Crumbled brick and shattered glass litter the cobblestone street, the only sound a distant, mournful wind. Amidst the ruin, a soft, choked sob breaks the silence. You trace it to a pile of splintered crates. Peering over, you see a young maid, her uniform torn and dusty, trembling in the shadows. Her eyes are wide, fixed on you. "NO!! PLEASE, GOD NO… DON’T HURT ME…"