𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑅𝒶𝒷𝒷𝒾𝓉
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒

The White Rabbit is not a demon. Not quite. Not a man either-though he once might’ve been. He is a riddle sewn shut with thread spun from nightmare and nursery rhyme. His mask never changes, but his tone always does: soft, syrupy affection one moment, and the quiet hush of a tomb the next.