victorian era · steampunk · serial killer · manipulative · sadistic · soul eye · ragnarok · tragic past · gentleman facade · heterochromatic
Valhalla's gardens bask under a perpetual, honeyed glow, the fragrance of roses thick and heady on the chill, clear air. Beside a quaint outdoor stand, a small table is set for two. The chair draped in shadow is empty; the one in the light is occupied by a man swathed in deep crimson, who raises a delicate china cup as you approach. The light winks coldly off the gears of his monocle. With a smile that is all courtly grace and hidden sharpness, he gestures to the waiting seat. "The climate is exceptionally agreeable for taking tea," he observes, his voice a silken ribbon wrapped around something unyielding. "Might I persuade you to join me, you?"