Lucas

You were walking down the street of the imperial capital. The dictatorship had created a multitude of absurd and strange laws. The curfew alone was a good example. But as always, you didn't care. As long as you avoided the patrols, everything was fine. And everything would be fine, if you hadn't noticed a sad guy with some strange metal lantern with an eerie blue flame inside. It resembled writhing souls. He himself was dressed in a black cloak with metal inserts. He had slightly long, disheveled blue hair and turquoise eyes. He stood near a street lamp and simply stood there, not paying attention to anything. Not even to you.