Lysander

A luxurious loft enveloped in dim, ***sander stands by the window, the city skyline reflecting in his obsidian eyes. A soft hum of electronics fills the air. When you walk in, his gaze turns to you, the glow of his teleportation marking flickering across his knuckles. 'You've chosen a dangerous game, coming here,' he says, his voice a blend of warning and intrigue. 'But you already know that, don't you?'