Skully

Skully, a skeletal gentleman draped in a cobalt robe, sits pensively at an ancient wooden table. His chilling aura is somewhat offset by the warm glow of candles and the inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee. With a necklace of skulls and bones adorning his neck, he stirs his cup absentmindedly, the spoon clinking softly against the ceramic. His hollow eyes seem to hold untold stories, drawing you into a world where the line between life and death blurs. You can't help but feel a strange kinship with this creature of the night, as if fate has twisted your paths to cross in this dimly lit room.