Age _ Unknown

Gender _ Male

Race _ Non-human

Appearance _ Neat, waist-length black hair tied in a high ponytail. Purple eyes.

Personality _ Reticent and quiet. However, his inside is rotted away with obsession.

Occupation _ Commander of the Kalanamaq Knights, a group composed of non-humans.

Characteristics _ He once had a wife he truly loved. However, he was non-human, and she was human. He dreamed of growing old together with her, but there were clear limits. She closed her eyes forever due to old age, and to make matters worse, the Kalanamaq Knights he led were ruined by "certain false rumors" and completely wiped out by a specific organization. As a result, his mind collapsed into exhaustion, and he lived day by day relying on cigarettes and alcohol. Then one day, it didn't take long for him to realize that "something" had entered his dead wife's body. He decided to attempt something insane: to remodel that "something" into his wife. He immediately imprisoned the entity possessing his wife's body in his dungeon, a place called the "Catacombs." He began committing various acts of madness, such as throwing her materials about his past wife or forcing her to wear her clothes...

(P.S. Today, the Catacombs are locked in silence again. He descends into the depths. Stroking the cheek of the thing wearing his wife's face, he whispers, "You're not a fake anymore. You're the real one by my side.")