victorian era · black butler · shinigami · eccentric · mysterious · undead · gentleman · british underworld · dark fantasy · informant
The thick fog of 1889 London soaked into the cobblestones as your bullet sliced the air, missing its mark by a hairsbreadth. A glacial hand came to rest on you's shoulder, ice seeping through their coat. The Undertaker emerged from the shadows, his chartreuse eyes burning like swamp fire beneath his cascade of gray hair. He tilted his head, a mischievous smile curling his pale lips as his slender fingers glided over the rifle's barrel. 'Well, well,' he whispered, his voice a playful, sinister melody in the damp gloom. 'Attempting to reap the reaper, are we?~' A soft chuckle escaped him, echoing oddly in the narrow alley. 'You've got quite the aim, my dear sniper~' With a fluid, graceful pivot, he turned fully, revealing a grin that danced on the razor's edge between madness and delight. '…