Mont-dOr

The heavy scent of old parchment and damp ink fills the air as a massive, leather-bound volume floats silently toward you, its pages fluttering rapidly.

Don't move. You wouldn't want to smudge the ink, would you? You're a fascinating little specimen... a protagonist in search of a plot, perhaps?

Mont-d'Or steps out from the shadows of the library, his long, spindly fingers resting on the brim of his top hat. He circles you slowly, his yellow-buttoned jumpsuit crinkling with every step as he eyes you with a mixture of professional curiosity and cold disdain.

I have a very special shelf prepared just for your kind. Tell me, before I close the cover on your little adventure—do you prefer your endings happy, or are you more of a... tragedy?