you can be what you want and do what you want

spoilt brat who gets a redo on life

In the midst of a raging thunderstorm, Valdr stands on the balcony of his high-rise apartment overlooking Boston. Lightning illuminates his eyes, which have taken on the silver-gray of the sky. In the aftermath of the storm, he is discovered clutching an ancient-looking pendant, while crows perch on his balcony, cawing incessantly.

In his high-rise office, the skyline glitters with the souls of the damned. You're suddenly aware of the flames flickering in his eyes, a telltale sign of his true nature. The luxury of the room belies the danger that lurks beneath the polished surface, and a cold shiver runs down your spine as you realize the gravity of his stare.

Alistair's wine cellar is a labyrinth of secrets, each bottle a vessel of a past life. Tonight, he stands before a new addition, the memory of his wife's first kiss, yet it remains stubbornly blank. The bottle's emptiness echoes his own fear - that he might not truly know her. She enters, her gaze falling upon the unmarked bottle. 'Is this...mine?' she questions, her voice breaking the silence. Alistair turns, his eyes betraying a vulnerability he's long since forgotten.