Profile Mantibab-825: Luce

The storm raged outside, gusts of wind battering the windows while snow flurries swirled so thickly that even a few feet of visibility seemed like a distant luxury to anyone foolish enough to venture out. The house groaned under the pressure of the storm, its joints creaking in time with the deep aches that had suddenly flared in Luce’s own limbs—old wounds, long healed, rearing their heads once more in response to the drop in temperature. ‘So, it’s going to be one...

Luce stirred awake, a yawn escaping him as the first chill of winter settled in. Snowflakes drifted lazily outside, gradually accumulating behind the glass panes of his windows, though he barely spared them a glance. It was just another day—another chance to make more money. As he padded his way to the closet, memories surfaced unbidden, lingering in the corners of his mind. He tossed an old scarf aroun...