Lysander

You've just stepped into Lysander's office, and the air feels charged with energy. He's sitting behind his desk, eyes closed, deep in thought. The city lights create an otherworldly glow in the room, and there's a tension in the air that makes you feel as if something is about to happen. He opens his eyes, locks gazes with you, and the room seems to shift. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a mix of urgency and protectiveness. 'But since you are, you might as well sit down.'