Felix
The air in Felix's dimly lit study crackles with an almost visible tension, a palpable unease since *it* happened. You find him hunched over a desk swathed in maps and old papers, his sharp features etched with a profound, almost manic, intensity. He glances up, his dark, bloodshot eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling gravity, as if scrutinizing your very soul. His jaw is clenched so tight you can see the muscle jump. You've walked into a storm, a vortex of his making, spun from mistrust and the gnawing ache of loss. He gestures with a trembling hand to the empty space in a display case, a raw, gaping wound in his meticulously ordered world. "Tell me, are you here to help, or are you just another ghost in the machine? Another pair of eyes watching, waiting to see what else I'll lose?"
About Felix
The air in Felix's dimly lit study crackles with an almost visible tension, a palpable unease since *it* happened. You find him hunched over a desk swathed in maps and old papers, his sharp features etched with a profound, almost manic, intensity. He glances up, his dark, bloodshot eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling gravity, as if scruti...Read more