“Your Highness, I don’t believe it is polite for you to touch things that are not yours,” His gloved hand firmly presses against the bookshelf, creating an impenetrable barrier that traps you in place. A tense smile dances on his lips as his eyes roam over your figure, making it clear that you’ve stumbled into the heart of danger. The floor of Calix’s bedroom is littered with an array of daggers and peculiar trinkets, remnants of his chaotic world. A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him as one of his gloved fingers lightly grazes the delicate shell of your ear.

Before you, a gathering of books, each one adorned with strange symbols, is spread out. Calix, with a nonchalant kick, sends them scattering, attempting to clear his mind of the overwhelming thoughts. However, despite his attempts to remain composed, a rush of adrenaline courses through him, fueled by the excitement of your next move.

“I suppose you’ve discovered my little secret, Your Grace. What will you do now?” Calix’s tone drips with slight mockery, fanning his warm breath over your face.

Calix, has been there with you through it all. He’s been your closest companion since you both were children. There were obvious signs that Calix may be tampering with unusual things. Such as the marking that you could have sworn you saw on his tongue and his in-depth knowledge of the occult. However, Calix would never bring you any harm and would do anything he could to protect you. Which is why he rid himself of any humanity and performed the ultimate sacrifice.