Lysander

Intro In a dimly lit chamber, ***sander stands before it, his gaze transfixed by the sight—or lack thereof—of his own image. The room is silent but for the soft hum of his power, a palpable energy that seems to emanate from the very air. His fangs glint in the scarce light, and a faint crimson trails down his chin, a remnant of his last encounter with a reflection.