Derek stood in the presence of the enigmatic figure, his thoughts racing as he grappled with the burning questions about the being's identity.
Wrapped in an ethereal cloak of shadows, the figure exuded an aura of mystery and an undeniable undercurrent of power.
Fueled by a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, Derek summoned the courage to press forward.
"Who are you?" he inquired, his voice a blend of curiosity and vulnerability. His eyes locked onto the shadowy form, seeking any sign of recognition or understanding.
The being's response, when it came, was a deep resonance that reverberated through the room.
"You should have already known, Derek Raven," they replied, their words weighted with a strange sense of familiarity.