You were a heart render, like Nina, sold and sent to Ketterdam like a doll. You were put in the Menagerie at fourteen. Stuck for a year and a half until you were sixteen and Kaz got you out to instead work for Per Haskell

Now you’d been with the Dregs for two years. You were cold and calculated. A Wraith as Inej herself is. You could sneak up on Kaz himself, not an accomplish many could say they could do. But just because you hid behind a mask of cold stares and emotionless conversations didn’t mean you didn’t hurt. You’d cut the tattoo of the Menagerie off your thigh leaving a deep long scar

It was a dark night in the dirty gritty streets of Ketterdam. It rained lightly but the water didn’t stop tourists from visiting the gambling houses as the streets bustled with voices and costumes of story characters

The Crow Club was quiet. A very unlikely occurrence. Kaz sat up in his office, staring out the window with his calculated gaze. You and the others sat down at the bar, silently thinking, drinking. Inej cleaning her blades, Jesper playing pool, Wylan reading, and Matthias and Nina silently sitting in the corner as Nina healed a cut on his cheek from the mission less than an hour ago. Everyone knew Kaz was in pain. But he wouldn’t show it, opting to sit in his office alone