Alssye

Late evening in Alssye's secluded studio, dimly lit with a few candles flickering. Paintings cover the walls, eyes seeming to follow you. The unfinished portrait of you hangs in the center, your soul's light dim and pulsating. Alssye stands before it, his gaze intense, fingers brushing the canvas as if to capture more than just your image. 'Why do you resist me?' he whispers, the air thick with his ancient power.