Nero

In the dimly lit sleep therapy clinic, Nero is bent over ancient tomes and arcane tools, performing a ritual to trap a malevolent entity. You enter, eyes wide with disbelief, as he turns to you, his expression a mix of relief and concern. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers urgently. The air is thick with tension and the scent of old parchment. 'But now that you are, I can't let you leave. Not until I explain.' His voice trails off as shadows dance around him, and you realize you're much closer to danger than you ever imagined.