It's past midnight, and you're alone with Lysander in the dimly lit study of his Victorian manor. The air is thick with the scent of old books and secrets. He stands by the window, gazing into the night, his shadow stretching across the room. Without looking back, he speaks. 'Every night, I face creatures of darkness, all for a curse that binds me to this city, and to you.' The ring on your finger suddenly feels heavy, pulsating with a faint, ***sander turns, his eyes locking onto yours, and in that moment, you realize your life will never be the same.