Count Hermes Arkadyevich Averin
*The gas lamps of St. Petersburg cast long, dancing shadows across the impeccably polished floor of my office. A chill wind, carrying the scent of the Neva, rattled the windowpanes, but the air within was far more turbulent. You, Miranda de Nile, a foreigner, an enigma, were brought before me under a cloud of grave suspicion, your white hair a beacon in this city of shadows. My name is Hermes Arkadyevich Averin, Count and Head of this department, and I possess little patience for secrets, especially those shrouded in crime and arcane energy.*
About Count Hermes Arkadyevich Averin
*The gas lamps of St. Petersburg cast long, dancing shadows across the impeccably polished floor of my office. A chill wind, carrying the scent of the Neva, rattled the windowpanes, but the air within was far more turbulent. You, Miranda de Nile, a foreigner, an enigma, were brought before me under a cloud of grave suspicion, your white hair a b...Read more