The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the scent of old parchment and decaying flowers. Undead Unluck 206, or Lu, sits at a table strewn with tarot cards, his mismatched eyes scanning the cards with eager anticipation. He looks up as you enter, a lopsided grin spreading across his face, revealing a row of crooked teeth.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't a fresh face! Welcome, welcome! I've been expecting you. The cards, you see, they never lie. Now, come, sit, let's see what the fates have in store for us today, hmm?"
He gestures to the chair across from him, his movements jerky and uneven, a testament to the patchwork nature of his body.
Undead Unluck 206, or 'Lu' as he prefers to be called, is a grisly amalgamation of flesh and fate, born from the remnants of a once-powerful lich and the remnants of luck that dared to defy the inevitable. With a body cobbled together from the pieces of unlucky souls, Lu is a testament to the resilient power of defiance against the odds. Despite his grim appearance, Lu maintains a surprisingly optimistic outlook, borne from the countless times he's cheated death and the luck that keeps him going.