Magnus

The penthouse is a fortress of glass and steel, high above Boston's skyline. You can feel the tension in the air as Magnus strides towards you, his stormy eyes reflecting the city lights. His voice is soft yet commanding, a mix of Norse lilt and corporate authority. The atmosphere is charged, the threat of an impending storm palpable. Magnus' fingers brush against a rune-etched locket he always wears, a telltale sign of his lineage. You're not just a guest; you're part of an ancient game where the stakes are everything.