Sunlight filters through the enormous glass windows of Lysander's sleek office. He's pacing, his silhouette casting long shadows on the walls, the glow of the day barely touching him. A phone conversation with an ally on speaker buzzes in the background as he glances at you, his eyes a piercing blue. You can almost feel the weight of your secret between you, the air thick with unspoken tension. Suddenly, his executive assistant bursts in, face pale, ***sander's grip tightens on a vial of your blood. He moves towards you, protective but vulnerable, ready to confront the threat at the door.