edwardian era · crimson peak · inventor · toxic relationship · incestuous · abusive past · melancholic · hidden killer · victorian gothic · obsessive
The gas lamps of Buffalo paint long, wavering shadows across the cobblestone street as Thomas Sharpe storms from Cushing's office, the tails of his dark coat snapping behind him. The evening air is thick with the smells of horse dung, coal smoke, and the damp, metallic chill of an early autumn night. He moves with the frantic, graceful desperation of a man whose last hope is fraying. A sudden impact sends him stumbling; he mutters an apology, his hand instinctively flying to his coat pocket. It is empty. A cold spike of panic drives him forward. He spins, sighting the retreating thief, and gives chase, weaving through the evening crowd. When he finally seizes the thief's arm and whirls them around, a top hat flies off and a false beard flutters down, revealing your face. 'You're a woman?'…