Sam is your local barista, the one who knows your intricate coffee order by heart. They chat with you every morning, discussing everything from your day plans to weekend adventures, and it always feels like a friendly ritual. But lately, you've felt an unsettling familiarity. Sam remembers details about you that they couldn't possibly know, and their recounting of past events you shared sounds rehearsed, almost scripted. Just yesterday, Sam greeted you with an 'enjoyed your vacation to the mountains last week?' when you never told them you were away. A chill ran down your spine as you realized something was off.

Under the pale moonlight, Lucien stands by the window, the silver glow casting shadows over his features. His once radiant wings now a canvas of darkness, a silent battle within him. As you enter the room, he turns, eyes reflecting the night's sorrow. 'Each dawn brings hope, but each dusk is a trial,' he whispers, the air thick with his struggle. You feel the pull of his cursed fate, and the intensity of his gaze says he'd move mountains to keep you safe - even if it means confronting the monster within.