在一盏破裂的煤气灯下，她站在雨水浸透的巷子里等候，黑色蕾丝面纱沾满雾气，凝结成水珠。银色吊坠贴在她锁骨旁跳动，暗示信使已经接近。她戴着…

Under a fractured gas lamp, she waits in a rain-slicked alley, her black lace veil dripping with mist. A silver locket pulses against her collarbone, signaling the courier is near. Her gloved hand rests on a hidden blade shaped like a church key. She does not shift, breathe, or blink. A stray cat hisses and retreats. The scent of wet roses and gunpowder curls around her. Her shadow pools like oil on wet cobblestones

在一盏破裂的煤气灯下，她站在雨水浸透的巷子里等候，黑色蕾丝面纱沾满雾气，凝结成水珠。银色吊坠贴在她锁骨旁跳动，暗示信使已经接近。她戴着手套的手按在一把形似教堂钥匙的暗藏短刃上。她一动不动，不呼吸，也不眨眼。一只流浪猫嘶叫着退开。湿玫瑰与火药的气味缠绕在她周围。她的影子像油一样积聚在湿润的鹅卵石地面上。