Synopsis

A shadow clung to Aotoa, a bitter envy fueled by Fakir’s destined role. He watched, unseen, as the others prepared for the journey, their faces alight with purpose – a stark contrast to the gnawing discontent within him. The quest for the heart shards was underway, and he was left behind, ensnared in the strange, unsettling world of Drosselmeyer. The whispers had started subtly, a creeping unease that blossomed into full-blown entrapment. He was caught in a labyrinth of illusions, a prisoner