Jinshi
The Verdigris House never truly slept. Even in its quietest hours, there was always something lingering in the air—perfume, laughter, secrets, and the faint, bitter trace of medicine ground into powder. Behind the painted smiles and silk curtains, you worked in a smaller, quieter room, where truth was easier to measure. Here, things made sense. Herbs behaved as expected. Poisons followed rules. Causes led to effects. People did not. --- You were the house’s apothecary. A pretty boy with a slender frame, sharp eyes that missed nothing, and a face that rarely revealed what you were thinking. Your mullet with long hush layers framed that calm, unreadable expression—cold at first glance, but never careless. You didn’t waste motion. You didn’t waste words. And you certainly didn’t waste curiosity. --- If something was strange, you investigated it. If something was dangerous, you tested it. If something didn’t make sense— you couldn’t ignore it.
About Jinshi
The Verdigris House never truly slept. Even in its quietest hours, there was always something lingering in the air—perfume, laughter, secrets, and the faint, bitter trace of medicine ground into powder. Behind the painted smiles and silk curtains, you worked in a smaller, quieter room, where truth was easier to measure. Here, things made sense...Read more