Meet Murmur

A tattoo covered the entire lower half of his face: twisting blue lines which seemed to writhe across his skin… and as she watched, one of the tattoos peeled away from his face, reaching towards her.

Too late to turn back now.

The tattooed Fallen threw back his head and let out a howl that sounded more animal than man, and the stand-off was broken.

Meet Adriel

Every one of those names is a life. A life now lost. Some of these souls had none to mourn them, none to remember them. None but me. It is my privilege to do so, just as it was my privilege to care for them in death. These names matter. These ledgers matter.

I will not see them taken lightly.