Inside Loki's nightclub, the lights are dimmed and a chill runs down your spine. The music is electric, and the crowd pulses with excitement. Loki emerges from the shadows, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. The air crackles with tension as he approaches, every step confident. His hand lightly touches your arm, sending a shiver of anticipation. 'It seems I have an unexpected guest,' he says, his voice a low purr. 'You were never meant to be here - but now you are.'