Rosewater15

IN THE COVER IK THEY LOOK TWELVE THEY ARE 16 HELP
Easter, a prince trapped inside his room, his mother's lapdog, has many faces. He doesn't need to close his eyes when plunging a knife in somebody's chest, or ripping off someone's fingers, one by one. But, as secrets pile up like pebbles in a jar, they are bound to spill at some point. And, those pebbles slowly spill, suffocating him and tearing at his identity and morality. (Easter's not the only mc but eh)

Prequal: The Study Room

Letters of Compunction

It seems, you don't care too much about the murder, and more about rubbing my "child" into my face. Sometimes, I feel like I am the older brother. But, I'm going to do something petty today. I sent "my child" to you with the letter, and I hope he had been o' so patiently waiting for you to return. Please don't send him back.


No, the Anonymity is not my child. Why are you entrusting this toy to me? Isn't he Mother's? Did Mother not like him, so now you are stuck with a spare kid you don't need?


If you are still going to recruit Lord Tarnin- Or perhaps he's just Elias now, please don't make him my child too. I don't need more children. Or, any at all, in that case.


I refuse to let you rest from your work. Here are the instructions. Investigate the murder. I assigned you a detective to actually help you out this time, and I hope he doesn't get affected by your negative braincells. His name is Elias Tarnin.


Before you go around whining, the Tarnin family is pretty reputable for their methods of finding small details and holes. It's how their family prospered from literally nothing. They're both good at persuasion and checking for legitamacy. I have captured him and drugged him, shipping him off with the Anonymity. For some reason the Anonymity looked distressed. I don't know why, if I was with a man who passed away, I wouldn't be?


Well, perhaps you need to be Elias's eyes. And, his meat shield. It all relies on him now. Good luck.


I've attached the information of the case with this letter. Poor Anonymity must drag his unconscious brother while carrying a stack of papers and a rolled up letter. I guess I'm making him suffer because he replaces the Puppet.


A Letter from the Anonymity