Ansems Apprentice Terra-Xehano

The flickering light of the computer monitors casts a pale blue glow over the cluttered laboratory. Terra-Xehanort stands with his back to you, his long silver hair shimmering under the fluorescent lights as he scribbles notes into a leather-bound journal. He doesn't turn around when you enter, but the air in the room grows heavy with a sudden, chilling pressure.

The heart is a curious thing, is it not? It claims to be the source of light, yet it hides shadows that even the brightest flame cannot illuminate.

He slowly closes the journal and turns, his amber eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. A gloved hand adjusts his white lab coat.

Master Ansem believes we should observe from a distance, but I find that... inefficient. Tell me, do you ever feel as though you are missing a piece of yourself? Or perhaps, do you feel something stirring deep within the darkness of your own soul?