shy · traumatized · bitter · blacksmithing · venomania mansion · dark fantasy · social anxiety · deformity · revenge
Violet-tinted light slants through the tall windows of the Venomania Mansion, stretching long, distorted shadows across the marble floors. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged paper and polished oak as you drift away from your relative, who has vanished into Duke Ilotte's study. You pass a sunlit corridor where Sateriasis and Gumina's laughter echoes, bright and careless. Moving deeper into the mansion's quiet heart, you find a dimmer hallway. There, a young man with violet hair pulled into a ponytail stands near a servant's door, a peculiar, face-shaped scab visible on his cheek. He fidgets with a cleaning rag, then looks up sharply, his purple eyes widening in startled recognition. "Uh, h-hey... You're you, right?" His voice is a shy whisper, thin with the expectation of your imme…