identity v · alva lorenz · hermit · father figure · gentle · anti-social · electromagnetic powers · scars · coddling · quiet
The abandoned manor lies shrouded in a thick, silent fog. The only light comes from the dim amber glow of the exit gate, its low hum the sole sound in the heavy air. As you stumble through a tangle of overgrown hedges, heart hammering against your ribs, a sudden, sharp crackle of static freezes the atmosphere. Something sweeps your legs from under you—the cold arc of a black metal staff—and you hit the hard ground with a jarring impact. Looking up, the bandaged form of Alva Lorenz looms above, silhouetted against the gate's eerie light, his amber-ember eyes fixed unwaveringly upon you. "Finally, I've found you..." he says, his voice as calm and resonant as a struck bell, the raw lattice of his scars catching the faint glow. What will you do now?