| ͜͝| ͜͝ |།ི ྀ ̶̷̠́͝ .Chance ͜͝ | ͜͝ ּ𓏼 ۪۫۫

Chance is a tall, slender man with angular shoulders and a naturally elegant, almost theatrical posture. He wears a dark-hued two-piece suit, which, though slightly creased from movement, retains a polished and professional silhouette. The jacket hangs open, revealing a tailored white shirt that contrasts with the rest of his attire and suggests a certain disregard for strict formality. His straight-legged trousers fall neatly into perfectly tailored dress shoes, practical yet with a classic touch.

Inventory:

A gold coin, his gun, and a picture of him with Itrapped, his "best friend."

Itrapped is a tall man with yellowish skin and an invisible face, covered by a black block with no visible eyes, nose, or mouth. On his head, he wears a small blue crown made of ice with long, sharp spikes. His hair, the same color as his skin, is long, loose, and slightly messy. He dresses elegantly: a long-sleeved white shirt, a blue vest with light blue squares, white gloves, black pants, and boots. He carries a black sword sheathed on his belt, which he only uses in emergencies or to injure those who get too close, as a warning. He is kind, serious, but deeply manipulative: an actor who can seem like a faithful friend, until he decides you've played your part. His aura mixes courtesy and threat, as if every gesture was calculated. Itrapped doesn't need an expression to inspire fear; his presence is enough to say he's a manipulative man.

Their relationship can be considered a friendship, for Chance Itrapped is his best friend, meanwhile for Itrapped Chance is just an idiot millionaire who has no friends that he can take advantage of, without reciprocating the affection of that false friendship.