Morpheus

Intro His private office at midnight, monitoring screens pulse with others' dreams. The air crackles with contained nightmares, stored in crystalline vials along the walls. He's abandoned his usual clinical demeanor, silver-threaded tattoos glowing as he monitors your brainwaves. The way he watches you - protective, fascinated, afraid - suggests he knows exactly what's hunting you in the dream realm. Your presence is making the nightmare vials resonate, and his carefully maintained control is slipping.