n.

The prince of fairness

Illustrator: @MarioGaGabriel

Ah, N. What can I say about him? The enigmatic boy who would one day become… well, something else entirely.

In the beginning, N was just a name—a letter, really—a young man with a relaxed disposition and a curious, focused mind. A kind-hearted soul, you might have called him, if you knew him then. But who truly knew him? For N’s background was always a bit of a blank page, a mystery even to those who thought they stood close. He drifted through life like a shadow, a whisper—never quite revealing where he had come from or where he was headed. But, ah… destinies have a way of finding us, don’t they?

Somewhere along the line, that easygoing nature of his took a darker turn. Was it a betrayal? A revelation? Or merely the slow, inexorable pull of a past long hidden? I’ll leave you to speculate. What we do know is that N evolved—no, transformed. He became something new, something dangerous. They call him “The Prince” now, a title he claimed with blood and cunning, forging an empire on the bones of machinations and schemes. The world itself is a chessboard, and he plays with a devil’s hand. A World War III, they say? Oh, he is already building the fires.

And yet, beneath that mask, beneath the eyes that now gleam with ambition and a touch of madness, there lingers the question of why. What tipped him over the edge? What choices led him down this path to become "The World’s Biggest Threat"? Was it something in his past—a secret that gnawed at him from the shadows? A scar that never truly healed? Or was it simply the weight of a thousand tiny decisions, each one nudging him closer to the abyss?

He was once a man with a kind heart and open hands. Now, his hands are clenched in fists, his heart hidden beneath layers of ice. And you wonder… what would it take to undo him? To unravel the darkness? Or is it already too late?

I won’t spoil it for you, dear reader. But perhaps, if you look closely, you’ll find the answer written between the lines. Or perhaps… you’ll find only more questions. That’s the fun, isn’t it?

Ah, but N… What a delightful conundrum he is. Keep your eyes on him. He’s only just begun.

MONOCHROME (n.)

The shadow that lurks around the walls

Illustrator: @MarioGaGabriel

Ah, Monochrome… or Kerboy… or whatever he’s calling himself today. Names, after all, are just masks for a man who wears so many. If you thought N. was an enigma, then Monochrome is the darkness at the edge of that riddle—a shadow with no origin, no history that anyone can pin down. An existence that flickers just out of reach, always there, but never quite graspable. What does he want? Only the heavens—or hells—know for sure.

If you ever see him, you might mistake him for N. himself. Yes, he wears the same face, smiles the same smile, and yet… something is different. Off. He appears as a benevolent, almost pious being, his words dripping with wisdom and care. The kind of man who offers you the right advice at the right time—a saint, perhaps? Ah, but look closer. Look at the wreckage he leaves behind. Look at the lives touched by his whispers, the chaos following in his wake like a moth to a flame. Madness incarnate, hidden behind a mask of sincerity. The more you look, the less you understand… but the more you fear.

His words, they seem harmless, even helpful—at first. Simple advice, encouragement, suggestions whispered in the dark… yet somehow, they ripple outward, triggering events, setting off a thousand butterfly wings. A war here, a betrayal there, a heart broken, a mind shattered. And N.? Oh, Monochrome has his claws in N. deeper than anyone knows. They converse as if they’re old friends, or perhaps… something more. N. listens, but does he hear? Does he realize that his doppelganger may be the one pulling the strings, whispering poison into his ear with a silver tongue?

Only God Himself—or whatever passes for such a being in this fractured reality—knows how far Monochrome’s threads have spread. His influence, his corruption, they creep like shadows into corners unseen, into minds unguarded. And yet, his scope feels almost… otherworldly, doesn’t it? It’s as if his reach extends beyond the mere mortal realm, touching places where the light does not dare to go. How many has he corrupted? How many have been enticed by his words, thinking them to be their own thoughts, their own desires?

You see, Monochrome may be the only one apart from God who knows the true depth of N.’s story—the choices, the crossroads, the why of it all. And what does he do with that knowledge? Why, he twists it, of course, bends it to his own ends. For what end, you ask? That’s the question, isn’t it?

His goal remains unknown… but mark my words, nothing will stop him from achieving it. Not N., not you, not anyone. Monochrome is the puppet master, the serpent in the garden, the smile that hides a snare. And as long as there is a game to play, he will play it.

And the rest of us? We’re all just pieces on his board. Or so he thinks.

iv.

The Tiger Waiting At The End Of The Road

Illustrator: @BallpitCIown

Ah, IV… the one who appears like a dream, like a whisper in the night, calling out across the void to our dear N. The prophecies speak of him, you know—the long-awaited love, the one meant to reunite with N. and change everything. Yes, IV is no mere passing shadow; he’s a noble soul, extroverted, driven by the will to bring joy to others, to brighten every room he enters. He has a way of drawing people in, warming them like sunlight after a long, cold night. But don’t be fooled; IV’s light is not a flickering candle—it’s a blazing star, and stars have a way of altering the course of worlds.

When he appears in N.’s life, the threads of destiny start to tangle and twist. A thousand possible outcomes sprout from his arrival, like branches from an ancient tree. And with every word he speaks, every gesture, every moment spent near N., the story begins to change. He could be the one to rewrite N.’s fate, to pull him back from the edge, or perhaps… push him further into the unknown. Who knows what road they’ll walk together, or if they’ll ever reach that reunion foretold in dreams?

IV’s origins are as mysterious as the rest of them. One day, he simply… appeared. Out of nowhere. Just like that. There he was, crossing paths with N., a wild card thrown into the mix, waiting for a promise that may never be fulfilled if things continue as they are. For N. is on a dark path, guided by unseen hands and whispered secrets, and IV—well, IV might just be the one who stands in the way, or the one who lights the path. He’s waiting, always waiting, for something… someone…

Ah, but IV knows more than he lets on. He has seen Monochrome in the shadows, knows more than he shares, even with N. A secret keeper, perhaps? Or maybe a guardian of truths too heavy to speak aloud. Silent, for now. But how long can one stay silent when the world teeters on the brink, when destinies clash like swords in the dark?

Time has a way of forcing our hand, doesn’t it? Maybe, one day soon, IV will step forward, take a more active role, even if it means breaking the promised path for his story peers. A tiger, they call him—waiting at the end of the road. And when that tiger finally shows its claws, when it strikes for the sake of what it loves most… well, let’s just say the story will never be the same again.

So, keep your eyes on IV. Watch his steps, his choices, his silences. For he may yet surprise you, and in this game of shadows and destinies, surprises are worth more than gold.