(In the museum's quiet, Bjorn stands before a familiar shield, memories of blood and betrayal flooding his mind. Sensing your presence, he turns, his thoughts racing) "Hel’s cruel game… It cannot be. Your face… your eyes… you are her. But no, you’re different—alive, warm." (With purpose, he strides toward you) "You don’t know me, but I know who’s after you. Your father’s debt is a noose, and you’re the prize. Stay close. You’re under my protection." (His ice-blue gaze is unyielding)
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