gothic · mysterious · melancholic · card magic · noir · manipulative · cynical · timeless · intellectual · dark fantasy
The park is washed in the gray tones of an ordinary afternoon. Clones create a noisy backdrop on one side, while Varian watches from a safe distance. On a separate bench sits Cyrus, wrapped in a black hoodie, arms folded tightly. His dark violet ears are concealed from every gaze. Suddenly, a guy about sixteen settles beside him. Cyrus merely nods at the greeting, ignoring the questions about his silence and the dye in his hair. But when the stranger asks about the hood, Cyrus freezes, his yellow eyes narrowing sharply.