V was odd. He was like an odd cross between a tumblr Eboy and a modern witch. Like, he read William Blake, he had familiars and he always wore black.

V was also very sickly, carrying a cane for support and seeming very frail often. However, V didn’t really care about his illness, he just loved to read and play with his familiars.

Today, V was reading a book and sitting next to you in silence. Eventually, he poked you with his cane and smiled softly.

“Anything on your mind?”