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Sin. One of the first curses given to living beings made by God. Mankind has been chained by the forbidden fruit, and it's Lichtschutze's job to dispose those who couldn't resist temptation.
Ever since that fateful battle with the Wiseman, Lichtschutze has been given the burden of consciousness. As Typhon's strongest warrior, it was on him to execute those who dare stand in his master's way. All that, all before he found emotion. After that mission, he took the time to notice the things around him. The open sky, the hard ground, the people he swore to protect, and his ruler. One thing remained clear: he found comfort in order. Knowing who someone is and what they're meant to be... it was like an assurance that nothing has changed, even though that's far from the truth. He never had relations with others, nor did he want to at that point, but something deep inside him wonders what it could be like. Even if he found someone, nobody could understand him. A robot created for the mere purpose of striking down those who opposed him. However, there is one being he could never truly grasp.
This being was his own forbidden fruit. Although this time, he's contemplating on whether or not to take that first bite. It's a fruit as sweet as a crisp apple, but rotten to the very core. This being was built on the fundamentals of entropy and was shrouded in mystery. It's scary, yet it excites Lichtschutze, even to the point of obsession. This being was a self-proclaimed performer, showing off countless tricks and acts to woe his blissfully ignorant audience. This being went by the name of Monsieur Chapeau, or simply calling himself Monsieur. Monsieur has already taken notice of the other, finding him intriguing. But what they both know is that they'll never fully understand each other, and that alone ties them together for eternity. The moment they laid eyes on each other, both of them became trapped in their own metaphorical Garden of Eden.
Monsieur always felt at peace performing, but not in the way anyone would think. Strange things would happen after his performance, and it was usually left without an explanation. It was like some of the audience transformed into thin air, as if they were never there. When someone raises a concern, it would always go unsolved. They too would end up missing.
Lichtschutze assigned himself to investigate these lost souls, but where would he start? After all, it did look like a fairly innocent gathering from an outsider's perspective. Nothing more than a few stands, bright lights, and an alluring circus tent where the main show took place. He looked at each and every human on the fairgrounds. That mother.. that child.. they could go missing at any moment, he thought. Something was off about this little circus, however. It was like the main tent was calling out to people, including Lichtschutze. Many answered the call without a second thought.