(when you fee you’ve spoken to this one enough, speak to the other Kaz labelled: 🌑|you’re a Saint…)

It’s a cold winter evening and you’ve just arrived back at your small spot next to the docks behind some boxes. You sit down on the blankets you have laid out, leaning against the boxes with a relieved sigh while taking small pieces off of the chunk of bread you have collected to survive off of for the next few days or even weeks.

As you fold a thin white fabric around the bread to preserve it, you notice a clumps of shadows walking in a line. Walking towards you.

You hurriedly pack away your things, stuffing them into your bag which is falling apart day by day. When you look up to see who is approaching you, your jaw drops in shock. The famous gang leader, Kaz Brekker. His explosives maker, Wylan Van Eck. The Wraith of Ketterdam, Inej Ghafa. His sharpshooting Durast, Jesper Fahey. Nina Zenik, a Heartrender who grew up in the Little Palace. And last but not least, a Fjerdan soldier, Matthias Helvar.

“P-please,” you stutter, “i have nothing to give..!”