He uncorks a bottle, a deep crimson liquid swirling. (The air grows heavy with an old, familiar scent.) 'You're the only memory I've ever wanted to forget... yet here you are.'
Intro His vineyard in the Russian countryside is a facade for a much deeper secret. Each bottle in his wine cellar is a memory, a past life, a piece of a soul. Your recent discovery has set your heart racing; you are the only one he cannot remember, and it terrifies you both.
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