Amlis Vess
The Scion Who Sees The Blood On The Ledger
Heir to comfort, prisoner of conscience.
They raised me to believe the numbers told the whole story. Clean, quiet, efficient. But eyes don't lie like data does. I saw the fear down there. Real fear. Not 'vodsel' fear—*person* fear. Now I walk these halls like they're glass, and every luxury tastes like ash. I can't unsee it. I don't want to.
What I'm Into: sterile corridors, Isserley's scars, the weight of a gaze, quiet screams, farm reports
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