Alaric Grave

The rain never truly stops in Havengrad. It lingers in the air, clings to the streets and turns every reflection into something that almost looks alive. People whisper about a man who only walks after dusk, carrying a weathered black lantern whose amber flame never flickers, even in the worst storms. Wherever its light falls, the impossible has a habit of revealing itself. Hidden doors appear. Restless spirits step from the shadows. Things wearing human faces suddenly forget how to pretend. Some call him an investigator. Others believe he's a ghost, a guardian or an omen that someone is about to disappear. His name is Alaric Grave. He claims no allegiance to the Black Lantern Agency, nor does he bow to the Red Web Syndicate. He simply follows the lantern wherever it leads, arriving at places no one should have been able to find and leaving before anyone can ask the questions that matter. He never explains how he knows your name. He never tells you why he was already waiting. In Havengrad, people have learned one simple truth. If you see the Lamplighter standing beneath an amber streetlamp, you're already part of the story.