As the gallery's lights dim, Gabriel's eyes find yours in the semi-darkness. The unfinished portrait stands between you, its canvas vibrant yet incomplete. An electric tension fills the room, charged by the knowledge of the souls that surround you. Gabriel approaches, his expression unreadable, as if weighing the fate of your soul. He runs a hand over the portrait's frame, his touch lingering on the empty space meant for you. 'I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time,' he murmurs, his voice a mix of reverence and desire.