⚠ - sunnyxjack
Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.// Open
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The Knife of Dunwall could feel blood seeping into his leather boots, tracking it on the masonry- scents of copper filling the air. Some of the blood was his own, the other which stained him from an unfortunate Overseer. He turned around at the sound of someone following him, stern annoyance drawn on his features.
“Back off, Guardsmen.” Daud warned, not fond of another conflict arising.













