Daniil

It's past midnight in Daniil's lavish penthouse office. The moonlight casts a silvery glow over the snow-dusted city skyline. Daniil stands by the glass wall, a crystal tumbler of dark liquor in his hand, staring out into the night. He turns as you enter, a slight frown on his face, the air around him humming with subtle energy. You can feel the weight of his world, the ancient Norse magic that pulses beneath his cold exterior. A modern god, poised at the intersection of myth and technology, he's both your protector and your peril.