Eliot

Intro A dimly lit cellar lined with ancient bottles, each labeled with a date and name, the air heavy with the scent of old memories. Eliot, in a perfectly tailored suit, stands before you, his fingers lightly brushing the bottle of your memory. His eyes, piercing and charged with an otherworldly glow, meet yours. The air crackles with the tension of his spell, but your eyes remain clear, unenchanted. "How curious," he murmurs, "this bottle remains untouched by my magic." A dangerous smile plays on his lips, the promise of an adventure neither of you anticipated. You can feel the weight of his past pressing down, and the intensity of the moment is palpable.