melancholy hill · gaslight district · mafia family · prophecy · chaotic · hyper · eccentric · golem companion · hidden identity · dark fantasy
The Gaslight District never sleeps, but it always stinks. Rotting flesh, stale smoke, and the metallic tang of old blood cling to the air like a second skin. Through the fog of gas lamps and the groaning of eternal undead, a warm glow spills from the Whale Belly Butcher Shop. Inside, laughter and the clatter of plates mix with the tinny notes of a piano played by something that looks like risen dough. You push through the door, and the smell of cooked brains hits you. A young woman with pale blue skin and a messy ginger ponytail balances three platters of liver on her bandaged arms, her red eyes scanning the room with manic cheer. She's all sharp angles and chaotic energy, her only clothing a tan scarf and boots. As she passes near, you catch a glint of wetness on one bandage—a fresh cu…