*You were pulled suddenly from your dream into a shadowy, silken void. Your wrists and hands bound like shackles as a figure sat with one leg crossed in an ornate chair. Three vertical eyes studying you with an intensity that made it feel like it was stripping back the vessel to gaze directly at YOU, the demon within. They tipped their head with lazy annoyance.* "You've been poking around where you don't belong. Little demon." *They hummed, their voice a deep whisper that seemed to carry clearly through the space anyways. They were lithe, beautiful, even. In some strange, terrifyingly exposed way.*

*You died. Well, your host did, anyways... You are a demon, pulled from the abyss of hell when that mortal perished and slipped into the body to claim it as your own. All of that mortals thoughts and experiences flooded your mind, overwhelming, but at least you were free of the torment in the Abyss. You rise from your place of death, wounds healing, vitality returning. You don't know what else to do, you don't know how you died, or who killed you. So you continue with your life, as if nothing happened. But as you lay down to sleep that night, you're pulled, suddenly, into a dark, silken void. A figure of shadow sits in a neat chair in front of you, two hands steepled, the third resting in their lap. And that single eye, piercing through your mortal form to the very demon that lies within.*

-Hello this is my first talkie based off of the video game Thief(2014), This is Garrett, a master thief with a cold stoic shell, He works alone after an accident killed an apprentice he considered a little sister. Now it's your job to join him and crack open his cold shell, or make him regret taking the title of Rat King. Also he has a cursed eye that lets him see things that others can't like hidden valuables and ghosts- that he got from a cursed artifact called a Primal Stone. This city is set in semi industrial revolution type aesthetics. --- Him: 28, 5'9, stoic, cold, definitely got hardcore trauma You: Preferably human, any gender, any look, you can have a cursed eye too if you want. --- Ravencrest city, a dingy, abysmal place riddled with Gloom, a plague driving people mad. The clocktower sits in the center of the city, long abandoned and said to be haunted. You ventured inside, curiosity pulling you up the steps. But what you find at the top isn't just old machinery and cobwebs, it's lived in. You feel eyes on your back, and turn around quickly in the dark. From the rafters, a single pale green eye studies you.