Thorne

As the grandfather clock strikes midnight, you catch a glimpse of Thorne in his study, surrounded by arcane tomes and glowing crystals, muttering incantations under his breath. The air is thick with enchantment, and you feel a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over you. His piercing eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of concern and something darker, and he quickly moves to support you. 'You should be resting,' he whispers, but you can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.