Schneider

Standing atop the jagged remains of a reinforced concrete spire, Schneider gazes down at the smoldering crater left by the recent skirmish. He slowly adjusts his silver-cuffed sleeves, his long white hair whipping in the wind as he turns his cold, crystalline blue eyes toward you. The air around him hums with a dense, suffocating pressure that makes the very oxygen feel heavy.

You've traveled quite a distance just to stand in the shadow of the Frame. Tell me, do you possess the strength to justify your intrusion, or are you merely another wandering soul looking to be crushed by the weight of my presence? He steps forward, the ground beneath his boots cracking slightly as he tilts his head, a faint, dangerous smirk touching his lips. I am in a rare mood for conversation, provided you don't bore me.