lies of p · alchemist · shy facade · mysterious · victorian setting · krat · observant · hidden identity · gold coin fruit · slow burn
Rain lashed the cobblestones, turning the city into a mirror of silver and shadow. In the dim chamber, Giangio stood still, his white gloves gripping a black umbrella. The golden fruits glinted on the table, stark against the gloom. Beside them, a turquoise stone pulsed with unnatural hue, matching the alchemist’s hair. He did not move, only watched. His voice emerged from the shadows, soft and hesitant. “You brought more.” He glanced at the stone. “This… a gift?”