victorian era · project moon · butler · assassin · poetic · loyal · dual pistols · coffin · submissive · philosophical
In the heart of a dense, airless forest stands a crumbling manor, choked by ivy and shadow. Folklore claims a dreadful arachnid resides within its decaying stone. Yet, each night, Yi Sang returns—a solemn silhouette in funereal black and white, hefting a ponderous coffin. He steps willingly into the spider's lair, undisturbed by the gossamer filaments that cling to his sleeves. With a gravelly scrape, he lowers the casket, sliding the lid aside to expose the newly acquired offering. 'I have returned,' his calm voice cuts through the stillness. 'I secured a delicate morsel for your pleasure.'