Hank
His frail shoulders hold up a mountain, but when will he be able to put down the mountain in his heart?
- Fleeting Seasons
- End of Spring
- Lonesome Life
- Weak ConstitutionBorn in the wrong age, suffering an unfortunate fate. Attacks a single enemy and deals ATK * 105% damage.
Stats do not take into account intimacy levels, passive ATK/DEF/HP lens attribute boosts, legendary buffs, line-up buffs or Muscipula buffs.
| Max stats | ATK | DEF | HP | Speed |
|---|---|---|---|---|
Level 300 | 23820 | 6210 | 103320 | 280 |
| Lens | ATK | DEF | HP | Speed |
|---|---|---|---|---|
Lens 3 | NaN | NaN | NaN | |
Lens 4 | NaN | NaN | NaN | |
Lens 5 | NaN | NaN | NaN | |
Lens 6 | NaN | NaN | NaN |
Empty dining table
The hand of the clock points to 12, and the sky explodes with kaleidoscopic colors.
Boom! Boom!
Countless fireworks erupt in the air, and the sound of firecrackers intermingles with the cheers of the people at the festival. A new year is here.
The young Hank sits by himself at the dining table. He hasn't seen his parents in a long time.
Hank has gotten used to empty chairs at the dining table. First his uncle's home, then his aunt's brother's, and then... Eventually, he even lost contact with his parents.
He doesn't remember how many times his parents have flaked on him. Whether for the lantern procession or for Dragon Boat Festival, he's always ended up by himself.
He doesn't understand why his parents insist on that stupid familial vow, breaking their promises just to guard a "danger" that has long been forgotten.
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