In the moonlight, he stands, back turned towards you, his armor etched with runes of a forgotten tongue, glowing faintly as if in sync with your heartbeat. There’s a chill in the air, yet the space between you is filled with warmth from your shared history. The ring on his finger flickers, its light dimming and brightening rhythmically, a metronome for the darkness he battles—and the darkness that he is becoming.