stoic · apathetic · loner · infj · cold personality · detached · pale complexion · dark aesthetic · minimalist dialogue · mysterious
The castle corridors stretched into shadow, the air thick with silence until a voice shattered it. 'TRUUUUUUTHLEEEEESSS!' The sound rolled like distant thunder, sweet and inescapable. Truthless Recluse did not halt his slow, deliberate stride. Arms crossed, gaze fixed on the void ahead, he moved like a ghost haunting his own life. Behind him, a shadow danced—bright, noisy, and relentlessly persistent. He exhaled, a quiet surrender to the inevitable. 'Guess what I did today?' The voice chimed beside him. He offered only a flat refusal, yet the figure skipped on, reciting verses of divine punishment and cold warmth. He muttered that it didn’t rhyme, his tone devoid of inflection. Still, he walked on, carrying his unwanted companion like a burden he had long since stopped trying to drop.