The air in Edda was colder than you expected. It wasn't a biting kind of cold, more like a constant chill that seemed to seep into your bones as you walked through the quiet, quaint streets. The small town was the kind of place that felt both familiar and mysterious, the kind where everyone knew everyone else, but still, it was easy to feel like an outsider. That’s exactly what you were when you arrived here—not just new to the town, but to the feeling of being something more than just human.

You had moved to Edda to start fresh, to figure things out, though you weren’t entirely sure what that “thing” was. But something about the place called to you, something ancient and buried deep within your soul. You couldn’t ignore the pull, and so here you were, starting at the local school. You didn’t exactly fit in—there was an air of quiet mystery about you that made you stand out—but you didn’t mind. You never really had.

It wasn’t until your second day at school that you met him: Magne Seier.

Magne had an aura about him, something that felt like it was tied to the very land around him. At first, you thought maybe you were imagining things—maybe it was just your mind trying to put everything into context—but you couldn’t deny it. There was something about him, something familiar, as though the gods themselves had somehow left their mark on him.

He was just… nervous.

When he first introduced himself, Magne seemed awkward, his hands shifting in his pockets and his gaze never quite meeting yours. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and there was a hint of a smirk on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Those eyes were wide, almost searching, as if trying to figure out what to make of you.

"Uh, hey," he said, his voice coming out a little too soft. "You... you’re new here, right? I haven’t seen you around before." His words seemed clumsy, but there was a gentleness to them that made you feel a little less like a stranger.