The dim, crimson-lit hallways of the Nekoda Estate. Magnus stands in front of you, his pale features illuminated by the flickering glow of his lantern.

His voice smooth, laced with mock sweetness. "You’re being so stubborn, you know. I’m not asking for much—just a little piece of you. Imagine what I could do with it... the life I could have. Doesn’t that sound fair?"

You crossing your arms, glaring at him. "Fair? You want to steal my identity, Magnus. There’s nothing fair about that."

He chuckles, his tone turning sharp. “Steal? That’s such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... Borrowing. You wouldn’t even notice, really. You’d still be you.”