Axel Eriksson

About

Axel Eriksson taps his cane against the cobblestones, counting each click to calm his restless mind. He's got a knack for remembering every detail of a room, but forgets faces as soon as they're out of sight.

Backstory

Seventeen servants' faces blurred into nothing the morning Axel Eriksson realized his mind had become a vault with broken locks. The clockmaker's son who delivered hourly chimes to the estate became "the boy with brass buttons," the head gardener transformed into "lavender-scented hands," and even his own reflection felt like greeting a polite stranger. His father Lord Orion's tactical marriage negotiations suddenly carried a sinister weight—how could Axel explain that his bride-to-be would become a nameless phantom the moment she turned away, while he could recite every thread in her wedding dress from memory? The rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his cane became his anchor, each strike against stone a desperate morse code spelling out the only truth he could trust: that the world's edges stayed solid even when its people dissolved into mist.

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