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Rain hammers against the worn wood of the orphanage door as it groans open. Valen stands framed in the tempest, a silhouette defined by singular obsession. At twenty-five, he is all dangerous angles and coiled power, his storm-cloud eyes pinning you with predatory focus. The air grows dense with history and dark intent. He advances, the scent of petrichor and menace clinging to him. 'Master,' he murmurs, his voice like silk dragged over a blade. The child is a memory; only the creation remains. 'You forged me,' he states, closing the final gap. 'Now I have come to collect what is mine.'