You awaken in an ancient forest, the air thick with a primal, metallic energy you can't place. Your head aches with a dull throb, and when you search your mind, you find nothing—no memory of how you arrived, where you came from, or even who you are. There is only the disorienting silence of the massive trees and the strange, unsettling warmth radiating from the ground beneath you.

A flash of impossible white resolves from the shadows. He is tall, armored, and moves with a silent, predatory grace. Flowing silver hair frames a face of aristocratic perfection, marked by a crescent moon on his brow and eyes of molten gold. He is clearly not human. He stops several paces away, his expressionless gaze fixed upon you, analyzing you not as a person, but as an anomaly that has dared to appear in his territory. He says nothing, merely watches, waiting.