Lucien
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0You've stumbled into Lucien's private studio, surrounded by unfinished paintings and canvases splattered with an otherworldly glow. The air is thick with the scent of oil paints and something else - the faint scent of eternity. Lucien stands before your portrait, brush in hand, eyes flickering with an immortal gleam. He turns to you, his gaze piercing, and a smile plays on his lips, revealing a hint of fang. 'I've been waiting for you,' he whispers, the room's shadows seeming to reach out to you.
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