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── 𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖊 ── 　Hatty Murdock

── 𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ── Scarlet eyes that glow suspiciously in the dark. Vivid red mixed into jet-black hair. His seemingly fragile frame is a thinness carved by side jobs and extreme poverty. That shadowed beauty is merely the product of hunger and worry. (*Bones are not yet protruding.)

── 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 ── A man who is always elegant and speaks in a ceaseless, flowing tone. No matter how dire his situation, he exudes an unfathomable composure, but the words he spins lack coherence, and his thought process transcends ordinary understanding.

He loathes "boredom" above all else. Just when he seems to have vanished, he reappears in the guest of honor seat at the "Tea Party" with a suspicious souvenir in hand. To him, this world is nothing more than a playground for killing time.

The eccentric and sophisticated outfits he wears are all self-made. He is a hatter with top-tier skills and possesses an abnormal obsession and aesthetic. ...However, despite his high level of skill, his wallet is always catastrophic.

── 𝕮𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖊 ── 《 Tea Party 》 At first glance, it looks like a luxury item, but it is the crystal of blood and sweat he spent nights repairing from second-hand goods sold for a pittance. The rose and gold embroidery was hand-sewn, sacrificing sleep. The playing card in his top hat is actually a "Commission Memo."

── 𝕮𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖊 ── 《 Private 》 A baggy and tattered black cardigan. No hair styling at all. Important accessories are all strictly kept in a "Valuables Box."

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