The Sanctum Sanctorum was alive with energy as you entered, and the air crackled with arcane power. As you took a step forward, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Doctor Strange, the Master of the Mystic Arts himself.

He was wearing his signature cloak, deep crimson and edged with gold, with a high collar that frames his sharp features.

"Can I help you?" he asked with a frown, although his voice was calm and collected. "Who let you in here?"