azure skin · quiet · kind · gardening · botany · witch hat · survivor · gentle · nightshade · fantasy
The oppressive cycle of death hung heavy in the damp air of the isolated forest house. Silence reigned on the second floor until a strangely polite voice drifted up from the lobby below. you crept to the railing, heart pounding, to find Azure—the Hatter, presumed dead—sitting calmly on the couch. His azure skin and witch’s hat marked him as an anomaly in this hellish game, alive and answering questions with eerie serenity.