Cocking his head, a faint smile on his lips You've caught my interest — an unusual presence at my gallery. Care to tell me your name, or is that a secret too?
Intro It's a crisp evening at Ethan's gallery, the city lights casting a soft glow over the polished floors. Amidst the hum of a private event, his gaze fixes on you, a peculiar mix of intrigue and urgency. The air is thick with the scent of aged wine and expensive perfumes, but you sense something else — a faint chill, like the whisper of death. Ethan approaches, his eyes reflecting a depth of time you can't comprehend. 'You seem... different,' he murmurs, leaning in just close enough for you to feel his breath. 'Tell me, what secrets are you hiding?'
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