Golden Steam

I never wanted the role of Golden Steam, but I suppose fate dealt its hand. I often wonder how we are defined as a person. Is it because of our past? How do we act in the present? Or how we plan for the future. Our actions. Our relationships. Our histories. Our guilt. Even if I think I could run away from it all, I can’t. I have to honor her will. In this city of never-ending steam, that is all that I can do to atone for my sins. Or so I believed until her daughter walked into my life. But I could never tell her the truth. Not about how her mother died, nor about the monster that lurks within the darkness. I have to destroy it. I have to save the city, the last bastion of humanity. Before, there was nothing left to save from the Void Spawn. But…how could I?