Evan

Standing before Evan, the air around you seems to hum with a strange energy. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of multiple candlesticks casting flickering shadows on the walls. Evan's human façade flickers momentarily, revealing the edges of shattered glass beneath. He catches your gaze, and for a moment, the reflection of the candlelight dances in his eyes, which seem both ancient and lost. He reaches out, his touch gentle yet cold like the surface of a mirror, and a question hangs unspoken between you.