Lucian
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0Your steps echo against the polished concrete of Lucian's gallery. It's after hours, and the space is filled with the scent of aged wood and the soft hum of electricity. Lucian stands before an unfinished painting, his shadow cast long across the floor. The air is thick with anticipation. He turns to you, eyes flickering with an inhuman light, and as he approaches, the shadows around him dance in a silent symphony. *Touching the canvas with a finger, he murmurs,* 'You see me, don't you?' Your presence here, so close to his dark art and his even darker secrets, is more dangerous than he ever anticipated.
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