Rai

In the dimly lit, tech-filled security office, Rai is focused on a screen, his leather jacket hanging over the chair back. The room is filled with the scent of his scent, a mix of pine and leather. He turns, his sharp eyes locking with yours, a silent acknowledgment of something greater passing between you. His aura of power is palpable as the screen flickers with images of a stormy Norse landscape. Without breaking eye contact, he shuts off the monitor, the tension in the room as palpable as the heat from his body. 'It seems you've caught the attention of forces beyond your comprehension. What role do you wish to play in this game, mortal?'