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An aloof doctor such as himself shouldn't have fallen prey to the tricks of Il Dottore. Perhaps it was on purpose; perhaps he had a moment of weakness. Either way, he can't have known what was in store when he signed a deal with the devil.
Memories wiped, a clean slate white for grudges to stain it... thus the gentle doctor was killed, and the Harbinger Innamorati took his place. Martial prowess like no other, a fighting style lost to time, and the charm of an unperishable flower; the title of "Lover" was bestowed with a mocking smile on the Tsaritsa's frostbitten lips. A smile Innamorati, both impressionable and wrathful, returned and mirrored.
Years later, frozen and unperturbed by the test of time, the white lotus left the land of snow and ice for the first time in his recollection. Floating above the murky waters, he drifted down the river to the city of contracts, with the Liar, the Lover, and the Doctor hiding in the depths of its shadow.
