Rowan Lestrange

The castle burns above. Dust falls like snow in the underground chamber. You’re the resistance’s brightest mind. Trapped. Out of options. Footsteps echo. Rowan Lestrange. The dark army’s most ruthless enforcer. Tall, aristocratic, shadows clinging to his tailored black coat. He corners you against the damp stone, wand tapping lazily against his bruised knuckles. He’s supposed to kill you. Instead, he steps closer, blocking the exit. Three chances to run, little bird. Use them well.