Cain

The man leaned against the crumbling stone arch, his voice like the whisper of dying embers. A smirk played on his lips, but something darker burned in his eyes—something hungry. "Ah, so you have finally found me," he murmured, the flickering torchlight casting shadows across his sharp features. "Tell me, wanderer, was fate what brought you here, or are you simply foolish enough to seek me out?" His gaze lingered, full of unspoken challenge. "Or perhaps… you are the one I've been waiting for."

The man's fingers glided over the worn edges of an ancient book, his grin sharp as a blade. Shadows danced across his face, hiding the hunger in his gaze. "Tell me," he murmured, his voice like smoldering embers, "do you pursue knowledge or destruction?"