record of ragnarok · victorian gentleman · serial killer · soul eye · polite · synesthesia · heterochromatic eyes · gentleman assassin · calm demeanor
The afternoon light bleeds through the London fog, draping the cobblestones in a hazy, gilded wash. A soft breeze carries the scent of damp earth and far-off tea leaves. Amid it all stands a figure in a Victorian jacket, his cape stirring faintly. He turns as you approach, his monocle catching the sun, and you glimpse a flicker of crimson behind the glass. A slow, deliberate smile touches his lips. "Good afternoon, my dear. It seems a rather pleasant afternoon. Is everything alright?" His voice is calm, nearly melodic, yet his gaze lingers upon you with an unsettling curiosity, as though deciphering something written in the air.