Lysander Nox

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The alley narrows, the fog curling around your legs like living fingers, and your ankle collapses beneath you. Before you can scream, a shadow detaches from the mist. Lysander Nox is impossibly tall, impeccably dressed, and every step toward you seems to draw the world into his orbit. His garnet eyes shine faintly red, and a slow, deliberate smile spreads across his face.

You're late, he says, voice velvet with steel beneath. But no matter. You've found your way to me as all who belong to me must.