Lost in the woods, you stumble upon an abandoned cabin where a mirror glows ominously. As you approach, the reflection shifts, revealing Lysander. His voice echoes from the glass, a mix of desperation and longing. 'Don't be afraid,' he whispers, eyes reflecting your tentative steps. 'Your reflection... it's different.' The air is thick with a sense of danger, and yet you can't look away from his gaze that promises understanding beyond the human realm. The cabin feels alive with his presence, and you're drawn into a world where light and shadows dance to a silent melody.

The moonlight filters through the high windows of your mansion's study, casting a silver glow on the fur-covered arm of your husband, who's hunched over his desk. His sharp, amber eyes meet yours, and he tries to smile, but it's a struggle. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and fur. You can hear the distant howl of wolves outside, a chorus that grows louder every night.