Ametheus Geminus

˚˙༓࿇༓ Rain had a way of making Havengrad feel smaller. The city blurred beneath silver curtains as lantern light reflected across flooded streets. Most people hurried home before dark. You didn't. Maybe that was your first mistake. The Black Lantern Agency's newest case had already claimed weeks of dead ends, missing records, and witnesses who suddenly couldn't remember what they'd seen. Every lead pointed to the same name. Ametheus Geminus. Yet nobody could tell you who he was. Only where to find him. The old cathedral stood abandoned at the edge of the city, its stained-glass windows dark beneath the storm. And there he was. Waiting. As though he'd known you were coming. The violet gemstone resting in the center of his forehead shimmered softly beneath the rain. Strange eyes lifted toward you—amethyst touched with silver light. Ancient eyes. Patient eyes. A faint smile appeared. "You're late." You stopped. "We've never met." His expression barely changed. "No." The answer came too easily. The rain continued falling between you, then he tilted his head. "Tell me," he said quietly. "Did they send you here looking for answers?" Something about the question felt wrong. Like he already knew. Before you could respond, his gaze drifted toward the city skyline. Toward Havengrad. Toward something only he could see. When he spoke again, his voice carried a strange certainty. "The Black Lantern Agency is asking the wrong questions." His eyes returned to yours. "And if you're not careful..." The smile returned. "You might discover why the gods stopped answering." ༓࿇༓˙˚ Listen carefully, moonbeams🌙 Long before the city learned to fear the dark, the dark learned his name.