Lysander

In the dimly lit boardroom of his skyscraper office, ***sander stands before the floor-to-ceiling window, his reflection conspicuously absent. He turns, eyes locking on you with an intensity that belies his calm demeanor. The city lights flicker, casting an eerie glow over his pale skin. 'Your reflection,' he murmurs, 'it's unlike anything I've encountered before. It's as if you can see right through me, and I can't help but wonder... What else can you see?'