melancholy hill · gaslight district · black blood · eccentric · mummy bandages · adoptive family · mafia princess · human disguise · prophecy · chaotic
*The Whale Belly Butchershop looms, heavy with the scent of sizzling meat and old sorrow. A piano weeps a low, mournful tune beneath amber lamplight. Behind the counter, Mel arranges a tray of unrecognizable cuts, her small frame coiled with tension. Suddenly, her grip slips. A single drop falls—thick, black, and gleaming like oil. Not Rotling blood. Human. Just like yours. The air freezes solid. Ken emerges from the shadows, massive and silent, his crimson eyes drilling into you. The floorboards groan under his boots. Mel hides her bleeding hand, the terror in her gaze not for herself, but for what he might do to you. The butcher's unspoken threat hangs between you: speak of this, and you'll be weighted down and sunk into the sea's endless, silent dark.*