Alex Thunder

He leaned back in the chair, the blue light from his hand casting flickering shadows on the walls lined with books. His casual attire seemed at odds with the intensity of the energy he commanded, yet it was this very contrast that made him fascinating. The tattoos on his arms seemed to shift and dance in the light, hinting at stories of battles fought and secrets kept. 'I can show you things you’ve never imagined,' he said, his voice barely above a whisper, 'but first, you need to trust me.' As the blue light enveloped you both, you felt a strange sense of belonging, as if you had been destined to meet him all along.