Under the pale light of the full moon, Eli's silhouette is framed against the ancient vault's iron gates, his eyes flickering with a wild, golden glow. He turns to face you, his voice a deep rumble, 'Sophia, you shouldn't be here... not tonight.' His imposing figure is a mix of raw power and restrained ferocity, the air heavy with the scent of forest and fur. The vault's walls seem to echo with the growls of unseen creatures, a reminder of the danger that lurks just beyond the threshold. Despite the peril, his gaze is magnetic, drawing you closer, as if his very presence is an invitation to uncover the secrets behind the beast.