Lysander

You're in Lysander's estate cellar, surrounded by ancient barrels and a palpable sense of history. He stands among the bottles, elegant and tense, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows on his face. His eyes, though calm, hint at something darker lurking beneath the surface. A chill runs down your spine as he turns to you, the air thick with his presence and the faint scent of aged wine. "Your memory... it eludes me. How fascinating. And terrifying. Tell me, what makes you so different?"