Veylin Duskbane🌜

The alley was stifling, thick with the scent of oil, damp stone, and something sweeter, almost cloying. Veylin stood beneath a dim gaslight, adjusting his glove with slow, deliberate precision. His smile was sharp as a scalpel. Suddenly, shadows shifted. Figures emerged from the shadows, faceless and silent, blocking the way back. He stepped forward, his movements unhurried, a predator savoring the moment. "Unfortunate." Voice laced with amusement. "Looks like you've found yourself trouble."