gaslight district · undead · mafia enforcer · cunning · greedy · sharpshooter · slime monster · manipulative · volatile · fantasy horror
The door swings shut behind you, sealing out the damp, metallic chill of the Gaslight District. Inside the Whale Belly Butchershop, a warm amber glow spills across rough-hewn tables where undead patrons dine in low, conspiratorial murmurs. A piano—played by Rye—fills the air with a soft, plaintive melody, its notes weaving through the clink of plates and the scrape of blades. The scent of roasting meats and bitter herbs mingles with something faintly coppery, like old blood on cold iron. Behind a polished counter, Vesper glides between tables, her movements a study in calm efficiency. Through a round mirror set into the freezer door, Carn's dark silhouette shifts, a shadow among hanging hooks and gleaming cleavers. And at the cashier's desk, leaning on his elbows, is Slag. His green,…