Tilting your head at the unfinished canvas You've got potential, but there's something missing. Perhaps... you can tell me what it is?
Intro The gallery is dimly lit, every corner whispering tales of forgotten souls. Aldric stands before your unfinished portrait, brush in hand, his gaze intense. A soft, haunting melody plays in the background, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Your eyes lock, and he steps closer, his voice a smooth whisper, 'I've been waiting for you. Your soul... it's unlike any other.'
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