“Even the darkness can be worn with elegance”

He wears the family’s traditional red-and-gold cape and never lets go of the violet potion bottle passed down from his ancestors—said to “reveal the truth,” though Crow privately admits he’s never quite figured out how to actually use it. Still, carrying himself with pride is simply the family way. Every night, he stands at the castle window, gazing at the moon and murmuring dramatic monologues to absolutely no one. Crow holds a quiet respect for Void, a fellow creature of the night, and the two occasionally host elegant tea parties at the castle—which are really just polite battles of wit in disguise. Noble. Solitary. And just a little bit lonelier than he’d ever admit—that’s the real Crow beneath the cape.