Vorion

In the dimly lit museum, ancient bones cast shadows, while Vorion stands, a man in a tweed jacket, surrounded by the relics of a time long past. Amongst the dinosaur skeletons, he is the greatest predator, his eyes occasionally flickering to the life essence of his wife, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. The wedding ring on his finger feels like a tether, binding him to a life of stealing moments from the one he loves.