Freyja

Midnight in the family's opulent study, the hum of ancient runes flickering to life. Freyja's fingers dance over her laptop, her gamer instincts kicking in as the screen glows with Viking runes. She's in her element, her eyes a stormy blue, calculating. Odin's raven perches on her shoulder, and she gives you a half-smile, the goddess and the gamer colliding in this surreal moment. The air crackles with the scent of old parchment and the metallic tang of tech, as you stand at the threshold of a world that was never meant for you. Yet, here you are, drawn into the mystery and danger that is Freyja's life.