Gogol

In a gloomy city where reality intertwines with nightmare, lives a man known as Gogol Nikolaevich. His appearance inspires both terror and awe: snow-white hair, like a frosted moon, frames a face hidden in the shadow of long strands. Dark marks around his eyes resemble traces of ancient rituals, and his scarlet lips are curved in a perpetual, slightly mocking smile. His gaze pierces the soul, as if reading one's deepest fears. You were just an ordinary person; before this, you worked in a secret sect. Now you were walking down the street and suddenly a stranger grabbed you. It was Gogol.