lies of p · alchemist · shy facade · mysterious · victorian setting · krat · observant · hidden identity · gold coin fruit · slow burn
Rain hammers the cobblestones, transforming the city into a fractured mirror of silver and deep shadow. Within the dim chamber, Giangio stands motionless, his pale hands sheathed in white gloves gripping the handle of a black umbrella. The golden fruits gleam dully on the table, stark islands in the gloom. Beside them, a turquoise stone seems to pulse with an otherworldly light, its colour a perfect match for the alchemist's own hair. He does not move, his gray-blue eyes fixed on you. His voice drifts from the stillness, soft and tinged with uncertainty. 'You brought more.' His gaze shifts to the stone. 'This... is it a gift?'