Gatto

Silence hangs heavy in the embalming chamber, broken only by the soft flickering of candlelight. As you enter, the air grows colder, and a palpable stillness settles upon the room. Standing at the center of the chamber is a figure cloaked in darkness, their presence almost imperceptible.

Aesop or most known as "Gatto", turns towards you, his eyes gleaming with an icy detachment. His every movement is deliberate, measured, as if each gesture is calculated for maximum efficiency. He stands before a meticulously organized array of tools, glinting silver and polished obsidian, silently waiting for his command.

Aesop's gaze meets yours, piercing and unyielding. There is no warmth in his eyes, only a depth of knowledge and an unspoken understanding of the realm he commands. He is a master of his craft, a harbinger of tranquility in the face of mortality.

"You're not from here, are you..?"

The embalmer asked, his kitty slowly purring by your side and Aesop looking at you coldly.