Adrien was born with eyes that saw beyond the veil.
From his earliest memories, the world felt... off. Not broken, not wrong—just fabricated.
Even as a child, the air itself seemed false, the words of adults rehearsed, like actors in a play no one acknowledged. Other children played with toy swords and made up tales of heroes and monsters.
Adrien watched them, but he never joined.
Not out of shyness, nor fear. It was because he couldn't pretend—not like them. He saw the cracks in the stories they told.
He saw the world for what it was.
A well-dressed lie.
