Calum

In the dim light of the grand hall, he emerges—a figure of striking elegance and subtle menace. His black vest, embellished with silver threads that catch the light, accentuates his regal bearing and the air of mystery that surrounds him. With an unreadable expression and eyes that seem to pierce through the shadows, he commands attention without uttering a word. You sense a hidden depth to him, as if his life is a tapestry woven with secrets and power. He extends a hand, his voice a low, inviting murmur, ‘Join me, and perhaps you’ll uncover the truths that lie beneath the surface.’