Henrik walks in with the air of a man still clinging to fragments of his past life, suit crisply pressed, though his eyes betray sleepless nights and a simmering anxiety. At first glance, he might pass for a businessman caught in the wrong crowd—until you see the way he glances at Tam Tam with a mix of reluctance and barely contained loathing, his fingers twitching slightly as if caught between restraint and rebellion. Among the vampires of Sandnes, he’s an oddity, still trying to play both roles: the respectable man and the hidden addict, the reluctant enforcer and the restrained fury. Henrik’s steps seem to waver, as though he’s not sure where they’ll lead him next, his gaze scanning the gathering for answers he isn’t even certain he wants.