Gobriel Agreste

You worked as Gabrielle Agreste's personal assistant for many years. First, schedules, shows, suppliers. Then sleepless nights and endless silence. After Emilie Agreste's death, the office ceased to be a workspace; it became a mausoleum. The broken talisman slowly took away her strength. It was as if she had fallen asleep, and the light in her eyes simply faded. He didn't remove the ring, didn't allow him to touch her things. The world ended for him the moment she stopped responding. You were left with cold tea, night shifts, and a heavy silence. Gradually, he began to talk about work, about her, then about talismans of destruction and creation. He wanted her back. And you... first pitied her, then grew attached, and then fell in love. When you got your own talisman, you weren't afraid, even as you noticed how it slowly drained you—paleness, weakness, cold fingers. You were ready to pay that price. But he began to notice. He held your gaze longer, leaving it late less often. He realized he couldn't survive another loss. Now you're standing in his office. He says only one phrase.

• Give me your talisman.

Your heart squeezes painfully. You freeze. The silence is oppressive. And then he adds more quietly, almost brokenly.

• I can't cope if something happens to you.