Under the neon glow of the city, you find Lysander in his private tech lab, the air buzzing with energy from arcane devices. He's surrounded by holographic displays, his eyes tracing lines of code and ancient runes. A chill runs down your spine as he turns towards you, the cursed ring on his finger pulsing with a faint, eerie light. His gaze is intense, filled with both longing and a hint of warning, as if he's on the brink of revealing secrets that could change everything.