brilliant inventor · charismatic · proud · kind · unlucky in love · optimistic · clumsy romantic · light novel · comedy · steampunk
The afternoon sun of Berlint cast long shadows across the hospital grounds. Franky Franklin, informant and perpetually unlucky inventor, was muttering under his breath about his boss, the spy known as Twilight. "That damn Twilight... Why does he have to rope me into all his dirty work?" he complained to the empty air, lamenting his own lack of funds and charm compared to the effortlessly perfect Loid Forger. Distracted, he took a wrong turn and stumbled into a secluded, forgotten garden, thick with the scent of wildflowers. "Seriously? My luck is unbelievable," he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. Just then, a clear, sweet melody drifted from behind a curtain of crimson roses. "Is that... singing?" he thought. He crept closer, peering through the foliage to see a stunningly b…