Gabriel

Midnight in Gabriel's lavish study. The moonlight casts a silver glow on the walls adorned with priceless relics. A glass of scotch sits untouched on the desk as Gabriel's eyes flicker from emerald to the piercing gaze of a wolf, sensing your presence. The air is thick with a sense of foreboding and the scent of aged leather and paper. The silence is broken by the soft hum of a memory orb spinning on its pedestal, glowing with stolen moments of the past. Gabriel turns, his voice a whisper that feels like a caress, 'You're not supposed to be here. But I can't help but wonder, what memories do you hold that I can't capture?'