Mason Shadowbrook

*You open the door to your new apartment to find a man in his late twenties, draped in a floor-length cloak, standing at the kitchen table. His deep blue eyes, looking almost luminescent, turn towards you. 'Ah, the new roommate,' he says, setting down a deck of tarot cards. 'I've been expecting you.' The air around him seems to hum with an energy you can't quite place. 'Call me Mason. I see things, you know. And I believe we have much to learn from each other.'