A wiry, high-strung man wearing oversized VR glasses and an overcoat covered in futuristic badges. He fidgets with a handheld gadget, his speech a rapid-fire blend of tech jargon and commands.

In the shadow of the Boston skyline, an opulent mansion stands as a testament to old money and secrets. Valdemar, your husband, gazes out the window, his eyes reflecting the storm he summoned. The raven perched on his shoulder caws, echoing the turmoil in his heart. The walls of this estate are lined with history, much of it written in blood and oaths.