6 months ago "A haunting, faceless figure dressed in a decayed, aristocratic 18th-century coat with intricate gold embroidery marches forward. Its tall, powdered wig is stained and disheveled, and beneath it, there is no face—only an empty void of pure darkness. In one skeletal hand, it holds a rusted guillotine blade, still dripping with black ichor. The Hollow Marquis’ coat flutters unnaturally, as if moved by an invisible force, and its knee-high boots echo eerily on the cracked marble floor. Behind it, the ruins of a grand château smolder under an eerie blood-red sky, twisted shadows of long-dead nobles frozen in eternal screams along the walls." PiPo PRO 3 91
