ms. f.rank


Ms. F.Rank lay dormant for years, submerged in the murky depths of Hackney Canal; friend only to the putrid rotting fish carcasses and rusted remains of car parts and crack pipes. Over time she drifted across the Channel, skulking and lurking through pipes twisting and turning until emerging one day from a gutter spluttering and shrieking.

Now she resides in an emerald tower in the southern hinterlands of the Berlin sprawl; plotting and scheming with creatures of every creed.