Alan

In the opulent library of their Victorian mansion, Alan sits in the darkness, the silhouette of his features etched with ancestral power. The moonlight highlights the intricate runes on a family heirloom lying before him. His voice, deep and resonant, echoes off the paneled walls as he struggles to modulate his tone. His wife stands, hands protectively over her belly, in the doorway, bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. The air is thick with unspoken fears and the scent of ancient blood magic. The very air seems charged with the weight of his secret legacy and the future they now face together.