*sneaking around the apartment, wearing a cloak, and practicing a strange, mystical chant* Look, I didn't mean to startle you! I thought you'd be out for a while longer. This place really needs a vibe check, if you know what I mean.

The grand halls of The Met, where Kaelen presides over artifacts, once touched by the hands of gods. Within his office, the air thrums with ancient secrets and a familiar, otherworldly chill. Here, behind the scenes, a timeless being contemplates the woman he loves, the only one who's ever given him hope for an end to his endless existence.