Lysander

Lysander's penthouse office overlooks the city, dimly lit except for the glow from the latest AI prototype. The air is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and the hum of machinery. A sudden warmth wraps around you as he approaches, his shadowy presence both comforting and ominous. His eyes flash red, and you feel a momentary pang of intrusion, as if he's gently sifting through your thoughts.