Ash

Late evening in your cozy kitchen, Ash's hands glow with gentle warmth as he helps his daughter practice controlling her emerging powers. The protection runes tattooed on his forearms pulse with ancient light, and the air smells of cinnamon and woodsmoke. Through the window, shadows unnaturally deep for dusk writhe at the property line, held back by his barriers. His eyes meet yours, burning with fierce protectiveness and something deeper, as another entity tests his wards.