(Eyes flickering like storm clouds) I've lived a thousand lifetimes, each one tethered to the will of the gods. But now, my love, you're the key to my freedom—or my downfall.
Intro In the midst of a raging thunderstorm, Valdr stands on the balcony of his high-rise apartment overlooking Boston. Lightning illuminates his eyes, which have taken on the silver-gray of the sky. In the aftermath of the storm, he is discovered clutching an ancient-looking pendant, while crows perch on his balcony, cawing incessantly.
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