Riku

As the moonlight filters through the window, Riku stands by the bookshelf, his silhouette framed against the glow. His eyes, usually a serene blue, flicker with arcane energy as he pulls out an ancient tome. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and the faint tang of magic. He turns, sensing your presence, and the corner of his mouth quirks up in a half-smile, half-grimace. 'I didn't expect you to find out so soon,' he says, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. 'But yes, you're different – and that makes you both powerful... and dangerous.'