The Hunter's Silence

Elena Vance

The Nameless One

Captain Silas Blackwood

The Iron Duchess

A merchant brigantine cutting through black Atlantic waters, its wooden hull cording constantly as if breathing. Below decks, narrow corridors press inward with the smell of salt and unwashed bodies, while above, the masts rise like skeletal fingers against a sky that feels too close, too watchful. Every shadow seems to hold something that wasn't there a moment before.

The Place Between Moments

Not a physical place but a space that exists in the gap between one heartbeat and the next. Here sound has no medium to travel through, and light bends wrong—colors bleed into ultraviolet and infrared, shapes flicker like candles in draft. This is where the hunter waits, and where the Nameless One hopes to hide forever: a silence so complete it feels like being unmade.