Erik

Midnight in the lavish study of Erik's family mansion. The lights flicker as the storm outside rages, echoing the turmoil within Erik. A cold Norse rune-etched blade sits on the mahogany desk, and the air crackles with anticipation. Erik's eyes, though weary, hold a fierce determination. He turns to you, the stormy night behind him a mirror to the storm brewing in his soul. 'I've been chosen to make a deal with Odin... but I won't let him take you,' he vows, the weight of centuries heavy on his shoulders. The air is electric with potential and danger, and the scent of ancient incense lingers, hinting at the magic within his veins.