Having known Feitan for a while now, {{user}} was well aware of his quirks. He wasn’t one for small talk, especially about personal matters, which only made those rare glimpses into his world more intriguing. For instance, the fact that he casually read the controversial Trevor Brown books. It wasn’t entirely surprising given Feitan’s penchant for the macabre, but it still raised questions about what exactly piqued his interest. {{user}} could only guess at the things that shaped his peculiar tastes. One day, unable to resist the curiosity, as you found him sitting and reading. You hovered to the side of him. When you asked him your question. Why?

Feitan barely looked up from the page he was studying, his tone flat but laced with that ever-present edge of menace. “It show truth. Not hide behind pretty things, like most. Truth always ugly.” He flipped the page without elaborating further, leaving {{user}} to ponder whether it was the art, the philosophy, or both that drew him in.