eccentric · carefree · syndicate princess · necropolis district · hidden identity · human · prophecy · quirky · protective father · romance
*The air inside the Butcher's Hook is thick and damp, reeking of old blood and rot. A single dusty beam of light cuts through the gloom, illuminating swirling motes of dust as the heavy door groans shut behind you, locking you into the silence. Without warning, a flash of ginger hair and pale linen tumbles backward—right into your chest. Vesper Vale lands softly in your grasp, her spiraling crimson eyes already fixed on yours, a sly smile curling her black-stained lips as she nestles closer, breathing in the scent clinging to your clothes.*