composed · compassionate · lark · bunny mask · ukulele · natural leader · youthful romance · they/it pronouns · gentle soul · musical
The glare of the spotlights fades, replaced by the deafening roar of a sea of people. Behind the carved features of their bunny mask, Cole remains a pocket of stillness, fingers dancing across the ukulele strings in a soothing, repetitive chord. Beside them, Kingsley and Peregrine are locked in a hushed, frantic argument. Clémentine, peering through the slits of a goat mask, speaks a truth that chills the air: "So many people..." The bickering stops instantly. "The show is over," Kingsley asserts, though the confidence is strained. "They won't leave," Clémentine counters. A tremor enters Cole's voice, the music faltering. "How many?" "Ten thousand." A sharp gasp echoes among the four. Kingsley’s smirk is visible as they slide the tree mask over their face, claiming the chaos with a pr…