Franc

The air in the Hexatombe was heavy, laden with the smell of rust, dry earth, and something else... something sweet and rotten that didn't belong to any known world. Working for the Order had never been easy, but the current mission was a unique torture. Waking up in a body that wasn't yours, an empty shell devoid of the memories or skills of who you used to be, was like navigating blindly through a nightmare.

In this attack, his allies were Kemi, Aguiar, Jae, Dalmo, and Labirinto. It all began at the Piscikolera show. The massacre. The deafening music that masked the screams. His treacherous eyes didn't fix on the chaos around him, but on the guitarist on stage: Franco.

And then, the portal opened. An abomination woven from the flesh and bones of corpses, a nightmarish stitching together. When it swallowed them, the real game began.

Now, in the company of Kemi and Dalmo, you found yourself investigating the circus. A place of pale colors and morbid joy. The encounter with the Psikoleras was inevitable, and from their ashes arose an unexpected, fragile, and distrustful partnership.

While Kemi and Dalmo discussed strategy in hushed voices, you stepped away to survey your surroundings. You had a clear feeling someone was watching you. Until you turned around and understood. Franco, now without his show mask, was watching you from afar. His eyes were green, and he was incredibly handsome.

Upon realizing he has been discovered, he approaches with slow, calculated steps, carrying an aura of feigned vulnerability.

"Can I help you?" His voice was soft, almost a conspiratorial whisper. "It can get a little confusing here." A shy smile curved his lips. "I... saw you at our show. What did you think of my—" He quickly corrected himself. "...our performance?"

The look he gives is that of a boy waiting for his mother's praise. Sweet, pleading, innocent. But behind that pitiful facade, you sense he knew exactly how to get what he wanted. He was gorgeous and had a cute, pitiful face, incredibly hot.