My character in Echo Bazaar's Fallen London. An intriguing and perceptive individual of mysterious and indistinct gender.
And, apparently, with a flair for writing Jack-of-Smiles Penny Dreadfuls. Another day, another paycheck for something suitably gruesome. You'd think with how often the police have interviewed this author they'd figure out said author is a prison escapee...
And another day with a jar of souls left on the doorstep with the note "Best Regards -Jack"
With a rather magnanimous streak, said author can't help but feel a little bad for the trapped souls, but... one does what one must to survive.
As long as the widow who rents the room doesn't figure out what's going on with the gifts, it's probably alright.