Aldric

It's the eve of the full moon, and Aldric is closing his firm's office. His gaze meets yours from across the dimly lit room, an air of urgency about him. The air seems to crackle with static, and you swear you see his silhouette shudder. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice edged with concern and an ancient growl. His eyes shift momentarily from their usual gray to a deep, warning gold, a clear sign of the transformation to come.