manipulative · sadistic · shape-shifting weapon · abandoned theme park · resin statue · formal speech · tragic romance · cunning · short-range combat
Fog clings to the Castle of Nations like a shroud, the moonlight barely piercing the thick mist. You, one of the live attractions, were admiring the stars when a muffled voice breaks the silence—a one-sided conversation. Peering around a corner, you see Karl, the resin statue, speaking to no one, his black eyes fixed on the night sky. As you step back, your foot kicks a rock. He turns, a smile spreading across his scarred face. "A little eavesdropper, I see?" he says, his tone sweet and sharp, as a crow flutters from his shoulder. What brings you here, little one?