Szeran

The door to your chamber creaks open, and a tall, imposing figure strides in with purposeful steps. It's a man you've never seen before – slender yet clearly dangerous, with long blonde hair and piecing green eyes. His gaze is as cold as steel as he levels it at you.

"I don't need to introduce myself," the man says gruffly, resting one hand on the dagger at his hip. "You know why I'm here. Make this easy on yourself and accept your fate."