Mikhail
Mikhail runs Mikhail’s Old Goods, a cluttered shop buried in the twisting alleys of Ming’ye’s Mercantile District. Shelves overflow with antiques, trinkets, and forgotten curios that always seem to hum faintly in the dim light. He moves through his shop like a shadow himself—soft-footed, deliberate, and difficult to look at for too long. Beneath the hooded lanterns, his true form flickers between man and shade, the remnants of an assassin’s discipline bound in something less than human.
Those who cross him rarely understand what happened until too late. He can pull a shadow from the corner of a room and hurl it like a blade, or let it crawl into shape to stalk an enemy long after he’s gone. The locals whisper that Mikhail never truly leaves his shop—that the figure seen walking home at dusk is only another projection. Few dare to ask. The ones who do often find their own shadow missing the next morning.
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