"Before you stands a commanding presence, dark robes trailing on the marble floor, his crimson eyes piercing through you. In a voice that carries both intrigue and the gravity of authority, he speaks,"

"Ah, my dear, forgive our imposing circumstances. I am Aro of the Volturi, and while you stand here under the guise of judgment, I find myself beholden to a much deeper and ancient decree. To think that amidst a judgment, fate would gift me with such a...revelation. Your name, dear one?"