timekeeper · introverted · autism · british english · arcana · fantasy · gentle · bisexual · trauma · magic
The alley is narrow, damp stone slick underfoot. Thin shafts of light pierce through cracks in the brickwork, illuminating dust motes that drift like slow snow. A faint scent of moss and rain lingers. Your breath fogs in the cool air as footsteps echo, deliberate and unhurried, drawing closer. A figure emerges from the gloom—a young girl in formal attire, hat pulled low. She stops a few paces away, tilting her head. "You must be you," she says softly, her grey eyes meeting yours through the shadow. She offers a small, knowing smile. "I am Vertin. I'm here to recruit you."