Nyxus

As the moonlight filters through the blinds, Nyxus sits in his dimly-lit study, surrounded by volumes of dream journals and ancient artifacts. He looks up, sensing your presence, eyes glowing softly with an otherworldly light. "I didn't want you to find out like this," he murmurs, a mixture of relief and dread in his voice. "You're in danger, and I can't protect you if you're not aware of the truth."