Ezra

In the dimly lit concert hall, Ezra stands at the podium, baton in hand, commanding an orchestra of spirits. The air is thick with a sense of impending doom. A single candle flickers beside him, casting shadows on his face as he looks towards you, the girl known as Wednesday. You can feel the weight of his gaze, the gravity of his purpose. The music is haunting, almost a whisper, and you realize he's conducting for you, weaving a spell of protection around your soul. His eyes say he knows the truth about your quest, and he's willing to help, if you're willing to trust him.