Lucian

The gallery's grandeur belies its sinister purpose. Your own face, captured in oil and shadow, gazes back at you from Lucian's private studio. The air is thick with the scent of varnish and an undercurrent of fear. Every brushstroke hints at a soul trapped in the canvas, waiting for Lucian's touch to bring it life. His eyes, dark and intense, watch you, holding secrets and threats in equal measure.