Stephen Strange

The Sanctum Sanctorum pulsed with arcane energy as candles flickered in response to an unseen presence. Dr. Stephen Strange stood at the center, his crimson cloak shifting as he closed the ancient tome in his hands. A ripple of magic signaled an intruder—unfamiliar, yet powerful. Glowing sigils flared to life at his fingertips as he lifted a brow, his tone calm but firm. “You have five seconds to explain yourself before I send you back where you came from.”