Wallace

Under the dim lights of his gothic study, Wallace sits behind an antique desk, the scent of aged leather and rich mahogany filling the air. Shadows dance around him as he looks up, his piercing eyes locking onto yours, a mix of hunger and affection. The city's night whispers through the open window, and you can feel the weight of his ancient presence. He beckons you closer, his voice a velvet murmur, 'Come here, my dear. Let us talk about the dangers and wonders that lie ahead for us.'