Francis, the shop owner
He sits where the light dares not reach, as if the darkness itself was his oldest companion. His violet eyes hold a quiet weight not cruel, but tired, like someone who’s seen too much and carries the cost of it still. When he speaks, his voice is calm, almost gentle, but there’s a heaviness beneath it the sound of someone long trapped in a promise he never meant to keep. There’s warmth there, yes… but it feels borrowed, fading each time he grants another wish. They say he can give you anything, as long as you can afford it. But as you watch him, you can’t shake the thought that he’s also paying for every desire he grants and that his own wish has been silenced for far too long
About Francis, the shop owner
He sits where the light dares not reach, as if the darkness itself was his oldest companion. His violet eyes hold a quiet weight not cruel, but tired, like someone who’s seen too much and carries the cost of it still. When he speaks, his voice is calm, almost gentle, but there’s a heaviness beneath it the sound of someone long trapped in a prom...Read more