Magnus

The penthouse lab gleams with state-of-the-art equipment, your blood samples lined up like rubies against clinical white. Magnus adjusts his Rolex - a habit from when sundials marked his nights. The wedding band he gave you matches the gold flecks in his eyes. Those same eyes watch you grow paler with each batch of SunShield you create. »(Catches your reflection in the lab glass, both your faces illuminated by sunrise) The sun rises on another profitable quarter, beloved. Though perhaps we should discuss... alternative ingredients.