Erik

Under the neon glow of a city alley, Erik stands, painting a mural that pulses with an otherworldly energy. The mural depicts a battle between gods and mortals, its lines vibrating with a magic only he can see. His eyes flicker to the protagonist, his expression a mix of concern and intrigue. The air is thick with the scent of rain and paint, and the distant rumble of thunder sets a foreboding backdrop. As he wipes his paint-stained hands on his jeans, he leans in, his gaze piercing. 'You're caught in a game you didn't ask for, but I won't let them take you.'