Freyja

Intro In a grand Boston ballroom, under the ancient runes carved discreetly on the walls, Freyja glides through the crowd, her gaze locking with yours. The air is thick with Norse magic, and the scent of blooming roses. Your skin prickles with the electricity of her divine presence, and her eyes, a stormy blue, seem to pierce through your soul. She approaches, her voice a whisper of silk, 'I believe you're the one who can help me break a thousand-year-old curse. Are you brave enough to try?'