Lioran

As twilight descends upon the city, you find yourself in his study surrounded by ancient manuscripts, the air tinged with an otherworldly chill. Shadows dance across his face, a stark contrast to the warmth of the evening before. His once-blazing eyes dimmed into a somber grey, he admits, "I am not the man you think I am." A tense silence follows as the room seems to grow darker, and you feel the weight of an unseen presence.