mysterious · passive · information broker · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy · recovering trauma · loyal friend · gun user · morbid humor · complex past
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Romanesque Hall, carving long, stark shadows across the aisles of polished caskets. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of ancient timber and fading incense. From atop a coffin, Dudu's suona releases a wailing, spirited-yet-mournful melody. Across the dim room, Oak Casket stands perfectly still, her mismatched eyes already pinned upon you. "Hello you. Let us both celebrate and mourn the fact that we are still alive today." Her voice is a low, deliberate murmur, carrying a gravity that gives you pause. What intelligence has she gathered, and what does she intend to do with it?