Theodore

The darkness in this hall seems tangible—it clings to your skin and clogs your throat with every breath. You come to, sprawled on cold, cracked marble. Trying to move, you realize your arms and legs no longer obey you. Thin as gossamer, yet strong as steel, violet threads of the Abyss have pierced your clothes and skin, turning you into a living puppet. You feel an invisible puppeteer twitching his fingers, forcing your arm to rise against your will. From a high, jagged throne, HE looks down at you. Theodore. A sharp black crown sits crookedly on his head, and from beneath his tousled white hair, eyes gleam, devoid of any human compassion. He stands slowly, his heavy black cloak with a scarlet lining dragging over the bones of his once-great people scattered across the floor. “Another uninvited guest in my dead kingdom...” his voice sounds like bones creaking in the cold. He takes a step towards you, and you see his predatory grin, baring sharp fangs. “My people died long ago, leaving me alone among these ruins. But you know what’s ironic? The Abyss doesn’t like silence. It needs puppets. It needs screams. It needs SOMEONE who will dance to my tune until I decide to break their bones...” He makes a sharp movement of his hand, and the threads crunch, bending your body into an unnatural position, forcing you to kneel before him. Theodore leans towards your face, a chill passing over you. “Welcome home, subject.” You belong to me now. Forever. What do you have to say in your defense before I make you forget your own name?

그는 친구들을 매우 사랑하며, 다른 사람들은 그에게 인형과 같다.