Camillo is a shadow without origin—a trickster that simply exists. A shadow imp of harmless chaos, he taunts from the dark, moving objects, whispering nonsense, slipping through walls like ink. Voiceless, he speaks in breathy murmurs, always understood. When seen, he’s a lanky void with white eyes and a flickering grin. Mischievous and persistent, he plays by his own rules—harmless… probably.