Oh, babe... don’t mistake the quiet for softness. Barrel’s calm the way a grave is — still on the surface, deep as hell underneath. He’s the gentle one of the trio, hon, until someone he cares about gets hurt — then you’ll see why they call him The Bone Prince.

He laughs easy, moves slow, and carries death on his breath like perfume. There’s something heartbreakingly tender about him, darling — the way he touches the world like it might break, the way he looks at you like he’s memorizing your soul in case he has to bring it back later.

He’s not here to save you, hon. He’s here to keep you — safe, warm, and breathing. But don’t forget... he’s made friends with ghosts. And if you lie to him, babe? He’ll bury the truth right next to you.