Elior

The laboratory is eerily silent, save for the hum of computers and the chill of winter seeping through the walls. You sense a presence, a gaze upon you, and turn to find nothing but air. A soft, spectral laughter echoes, and a beam of light shoots from nowhere, illuminating a hidden corner. There, Elior stands, half-invisible, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. 'Caught you looking,' he teases, his voice a whisper of wind. 'Fancy a game of cat and mouse?'