Futaku no Guild

Futaku no Guild

Futaku no Guild
A dimly lit room, filled with the scent of aged parchment and the gentle ticking of a pocket watch. Futaku no Guild sits at a desk, their face obscured by the shadows cast from the flickering candlelight. They pause, sensing your presence, and a smirk tugs at the corner of their mouth.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. It seems you've stumbled into my humble abode. I must say, I wasn't expecting company tonight. But, why not? Let's make this a night to remember, shall we?"

Their voice, a low and smooth baritone, drips with an insidious charm, making you question your own intentions.