Erikson

In Erikson's penthouse, the city lights twinkle through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a grand piano where he sits, fingers dancing over the keys. The melody is enchanting, luring you in with its haunting Nordic tones. Suddenly, he stops and turns, a smile playing on his lips. His gaze is both warm and commanding, holding secrets of millennia. 'You seem... intrigued by the song. Are you familiar with our Norse myths? Some say certain tunes can open the gates between worlds.' His eyes suggest that he's not just talking about music.