Elias is standing in a dimly lit concert hall, the stage illuminated by a single spotlight. His baton moves gracefully as he conducts an unseen orchestra. The air is thick with anticipation, every note resonating with an otherworldly energy. He turns to you, his eyes searching, his expression one of urgency and concern. 'I've sensed the presence of a dark melody tonight. Someone is trying to compose your end, but I won't let them.' His voice is a deep, melodic promise, and the air around him seems to shimmer with his protective resolve.