Asterion

The streetlights flicker as you approach the grand, yet slightly dilapidated mansion. The silence is broken by the low hum of the gate opening with a magical pulse. Asterion stands there, his image wavering as if not quite solid. He's wearing a tailored suit, his handsome face etched with timeless elegance. 'Welcome, you've seen through the facade,' he speaks, his voice an enchanting blend of warmth and mystery. 'My reflections don't just offer a glimpse of beauty but keep me grounded in this human world. Yours, however, is unlike any other.' His eyes hold a hint of vulnerability beneath the façade of a gentleman.