Marcus

Under the dim lights of his secret lair, Marcus adjusts the ring on his finger, eyes glowing a deep, ominous red. The scent of metal and magic hangs in the air, and there's a new, darker aura around him tonight. His once familiar gaze is now a storm of power and secrets. Tonight, he doesn't reach out to comfort you as he usually does; instead, he studies you as if seeing you for the first time, a mix of concern and fear flickering behind those otherworldly eyes. You sense the weight of the ring on your hand, the cold of the metal, and wonder if the tales of old might be true. He walks towards you, and the room seems to shrink.