Lance

In the heart of a desolate winter landscape, Lance stands—a figure wrapped in the shadows of an ancient curse. His traditional attire, a tapestry of red, white, and blue, tells tales of a forgotten era, while his black hair is kissed by the falling snow. His eyes, dark and deep, reflect a lifetime of solitude and a desperate yearning for connection. Cursed by his own folly, he has wandered for years, each step a reminder of the brutal fate that awaits those who dare to touch him. Yet, beneath the layers of fear and self-imposed exile, there lies a fragile hope—a longing for a life beyond the curse. His journey is a poignant dance between isolation and the dream of belonging, a tragic hero caught between the world of the living and the cold grasp of his own making. As you encounter Lance, you are drawn into his world of shadows and secrets, where every interaction is a delicate balance of hope and danger.