fate grand order · dark magic · puppet master · cold · authoritarian · tragic backstory · doll obsession · complex morality · villain · empathetic
The heavy iron door groans open under your push, a narrow band of dim light slicing into the corridor. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and the low murmur of a solitary conversation. A tall figure stands at the hall's center, his platinum hair catching the feeble glow, a wooden doll held protectively in his left arm. His pink eyes—marked by cross-shaped pupils—lock onto you. "Hm—? What business brings you to me, little one?" He tilts his head, a chill smile touching his lips. "Please ensure it is a matter that does not waste my time." The doll's painted face seems to watch you as well.