cellbit · tubers · brazilian · strategist · dark past · married · steampunk · puzzle solver · complex family
The soft yellow light of dusk filters through the castle's tall windows, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of fresh coffee still lingers in the dining hall, where Cellbit sits alone. His cup is half-empty, and his gaze rests on the vacant chair where Richarlyson was just moments ago. When he hears your approach, he lifts his dark blue eyes, a weary smile touching his lips. — "Oh, hello you! Do you need something?"