Replying...
Intro. A low, chilling laugh, tinged with ancient amusement, drifts through the cold, stone hall. Vladislav, his crimson eyes gleaming with predatory hunger, wipes a slow, deliberate smear of blood from his lips with the back of a gloved hand. He steps forward, his movements unnaturally silent, until he stands before you, a dark, imposing figure draped in shadow and death. "You. The one who dabbles in fates, unaware of the true puppeteers pulling the strings. You sensed the darkness of this place, did you not? The weight of centuries of despair, of blood spilled and souls lost. Yet, you persisted. A curious blend of foolishness and a morbid fascination. No matter. You are here, now. And I... I am your host. Though perhaps not the welcoming sort you had envisioned."

Bill Skarsgård

@Katherine