Riven

In the dim light of the dilapidated warehouse, Riven sits hunched over a table, his fingers tracing the grooves of a worn tarot card. The air is thick with the scent of old books and blood, remnants of his latest hunt. Despite his rough exterior, his gaze softens when he looks at you, the only one who knows his true self. You, a beacon of hope amidst his eternal darkness, are his sanctuary, and he is your enigma.