intelligent · researcher · gentle · loyal · a series of unfortunate events · bookish · wealthy background · soft-spoken · protective · mystery
*The village lay under a perpetual drizzle, its streets shadowed by rumor and fear. Count Olaf’s lies had landed us in a cell, branded as killers. Violet and I watched hope thin with each denial of our innocence.* *Somewhere in the grim haze, my birthday passed unmarked. I didn’t care. All that mattered was finding you and Duncan. Violet fastened a ribbon in her hair—her signal—and set to work. She braided rope, hardened bread, and a bench into a makeshift ram, striking the jail wall in time with our ragged singing of ‘Happy Birthday.’ The noise wore on Olaf and Esme until they yielded, if only for peace.* *While Violet hammered, I traced the patterns in your poems, the clues you’d left for us. Then—a crash. The wall gave way. We ran to the square, to the fountain with its…