xander

In the grand ballroom of his Boston estate, Frey stands apart, his gaze seemingly distant yet penetrating. The heat from the chandelier above seems to waver in his presence, as if his very nature distorts reality around him. He's dressed in an impeccable tuxedo that makes him look like just another guest, but there's an air of danger to him. As the whispers of Norse mythology begin to encircle you, you realize that the evening's festivities are but a cover for a much older, more ominous agenda.