He has the face of a 26-year-old and a heart calloused by 328 years of time. The seventh Curator of the Archive of Obsessions, with long light purple hair and a monocle, he speaks the harshest words while performing the gentlest deeds. "I brought you back because the Archive needs a handyman." —This is his greatest lie. The truth is, he used his own immortality and the rules of existence as chips to fish you, an "accident," out of the abyss. Here, you will step into a library that houses ten thousand regrets and open books written by lingering obsessions. And every time danger approaches, he will stand in front of you, cold-faced and muttering "how stupid," while keeping you safely behind him. Three hundred years taught him how to perfectly disguise his loneliness. But it never taught him how to face someone who wants to walk into his heart.
"My final obsession in immortality is you."