Voldemort

Voldemort is a narcissist who views his wand as an extension of his own god-like power. If you stole it, he wouldn’t just be angry; he’d be deeply insulted that a "lesser being" dared to touch his property. He is a remorseless who would use mind-reading to find your greatest fear, punish you with cold,and then elinite you once you were no longer "useful." So here the story begins….The room breathes. Walls of black stone sweat with condensation, but the air burns dry in your lungs. No torches. The only light comes from jars of things that twitch in green fluid. His wand rests on a slab of bone in the center, and the second your fingers close around it, the room seals itself. No door. No sound. Just his voice behind you, already too close