Spinning Dust and Sabotage

"As my master drew her final, rattling breath, I was already spinning her fading regrets into the finest midnight silk. I didn't have time to mourn; I had a quota to meet." When my cousin Jeshka arrived in Osvengard, she brought an eerie chill and a string of devastating 'accidents'. My workshop was flooded with marsh-water. My rarest dyes were poisoned with acid. My looms were shattered in the dead of night. She expected me to weep. Instead, I ruthlessly scavenged the ruins. Water-logged silk became a highly sought-after gothic lace; poisoned dyes yielded a mesmerizing bioluminescent thread; I wove with my bare, bleeding hands to meet my deadlines, quietly dominating the Mourner's Guild. I viewed these disasters as mere tests of my work ethic, entirely oblivious to the demonic 'System' driving my cousin to madness every time I effortlessly turned her sabotage into profit. Meanwhile, an unnatural, creeping rot has begun consuming the city's districts. To stop it, I must reluctantly partner with Rochus, my haughtiest, most insufferable rival. But what happens when we discover that Osvengard’s world-ending curse is actually the direct result of my cousin's failed attempts to make me cry?