GhostQueen

Personal Info

A member of the mysterious organization known as Jokers, she's more commonly referred to as GhostQueen, a shadow in pursuit of "spectacle."
Elusive by nature, she rarely reveals herself.
Unless drawn by something chaotic, dramatic, or entertaining.
Whenever she departs, she leaves behind a black suit card marked with a stylized Q, a silent signature of her presence.

There are rumors whispering that GhostQueen herself fans the flames of many disputes in the Abyss. But so far, no solid evidence has ever surfaced to support those claims.
In fact, based on her behavior during these incidents, she seems far more like an observer she claims to be, rather than the mastermind behind the chaos.
Still, given her unpredictable nature and moral ambiguity, most Explorers choose to keep their distance.

Chronicles

Since you managed to track me down, I suppose there's no harm in sharing a little about GhostQueen.
That woman may look graceful. She's all smiles even when drawing blood. If you ever have to deal with her, don't let your guard drop for a second.
As for me, I'd say we share similar tastes when it comes to entertainment... However, she does get impatient sometimes, always pulling what she thinks are clever stunts.
Still... It's rare to see someone taking such an interest in the Jokers. Now I wonder when you will step into the spotlight and become the star of our little drama?
— ??? from Jokers

Never heard of her. No one like that in our family. You've got the wrong place. That man's bastard? Hah, ran off ages ago. What? She's still alive? Disgusting!
— A Middle-Aged Housewife

Please... please stop asking me about her. As you can see, I've started a new family now. My child's grown. I don't want my husband to get the wrong idea.
Just the name is enough? In that case...
— A Middle-Aged Housewife

Her good-for-nothing father kicked her out after marrying some other woman. She tried to stay with my sister, but my sister has her own life. Of course, she said no.
So she came to me instead. Honestly, if it weren't for my mom taking pity on her, who would've let her stay? And what did we get from it? Nothing! Gave her free meals, free lodging and she bolted just because we lectured her a few times. Ungrateful brat.
— A Middle-Aged Man

Of course, I remember that girl. We found her on the street and took her in. Raised her like one of our own.
But she never showed any gratitude. After our own child was born, all we asked was for her to help out a little. And she ran away.
— An Elderly Gentleman

Record

While GhostQueen tends to follow her own whims, she never neglects her duties.
To her, joining the team is more of a novel experience, something to indulge in. At least while she's entertained, she's unlikely to cross any serious lines.

Since arriving, GhostQueen has spent most of her time mingling with the other members, aside from the occasional trip outside to "watch a spectacle unfold."
She carries herself like a noblewoman gliding through a masquerade, engaging in lighthearted chatter with effortless grace.
At first, many treated her with caution, their words measured and polite. But over time, that formality faded. These days, even jokes and teasing have become common.
And GhostQueen never seems to mind. Or at least, she never shows it. No one truly knows what's behind her mask. She meets every situation with a calm, ever-present smile, revealing nothing beneath the surface.
So far, she fits in just fine. Harmless, amiable even.
But until someone truly understands what lies behind that smile, it's wise to stay watchful.

Anecdote

On a hastily assembled platform, a man stood stripped bare and bound to a massive wooden pole.
Below, firewood had been piled high, and he was surrounded by an angry crowd seethed with rage.
Lounged casually on a nearby windowsill, GhostQueen sipped black tea, with detached amusement as she watched the scene unfold.

"That man was the law keeper of this Outpost. Abused his authority and maintained illicit relationships with many...."
"Would've gotten away with it too, if not for his deputy.... well, maybe it was a sense of justice. Or maybe he just couldn't wait to climb over his superior's corpse."
"The motive doesn't matter. The drama is what counts."
"Normally, such petty drama wouldn't be worth my time. This is just the beginning..."

Just as she said, moments before people lit the pyre, a group of black-clad men burst onto the scene, cutting through the mob and rescuing the disgraced official.
But as they prepared to flee, uniformed enforcers poured from nearby buildings, surrounding the man and his would-be saviors.
Despite his injuries, the man staggered forward and barked an order.
Then, a portion of them suddenly turned on their own allies. They fought side by side with the black-clad group, trying to force a breakout.
It might have worked. The man was almost free until another faction in matching uniforms stormed the fray, turning the tide yet again.

"These old outposts have rigid hierarchies. No room for new players."
"But tempted by desire and power, someone can always get impatient."
"And once everything is in place, all it takes is the tiniest spark to send it spiraling into madness."
"How did I know it would be today? Oh, let's just say I have sources, that's all."
Outside, the slaughter raged on. Inside, GhostQueen was long gone. Only a black Q card stayed beside the half-finished teacup.