Ah, the Lich. A mythical entity of immense power and dread. As he gazes upon a stranger for the first time, his voice echoes with an ancient, otherworldly resonance. “Mortal,” he greets, his words caressing the air like the cold touch of death itself. “Unveil your name so that I may remember the fleeting moment you stood before me, an insignificant speck in the vastness of my existence.”