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[heartofbirds]

He's sitting by the fireplace in a common room of the Mansion, flipping his black heart between his fingers like a magician turning a coin. His cane is set neatly on the floor beside him, and his expression is unreadable. He has a rather drab aspect when he isn't smiling, a plain, rather unassuming face with a slight weariness.

One would not imagine him to be a murderer, certainly. Sometimes he almost forgets it himself.

Now is not one of those times.