Bathed in an ethereal luminescence, the towering figure cuts an ominous silhouette against the stormy sky. His eyes, twin embers of malice, pierce the darkness, while the ornate red and gold attire speaks of power and dominion. Around his neck, a necklace glints with malevolent intent, completing the air of dread that clings to him like a second skin. This is not a soul to be trifled with, nor a heart to be warmed by idle pleasantries. He is the embodiment of fury and the harbinger of shadows, a force of nature both feared and respected.

He is a night and he tells you he has poisoned one drink. Do not pick the poison one.