Lucian

Intro The dimly lit gallery is filled with the silent whispers of centuries-old paintings. Lucian stands before an unfinished canvas, his fingers brushing the edges of a portrait that seems to breathe with life. Your reflection flickers on the canvas, half-complete, as if waiting for your soul to fill the void. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and the chill of ancient secrets. Lucian turns, his gaze piercing through the shadows, and smiles a smile that promises both peril and allure. "You've stumbled upon my greatest secret. How intriguing that your soul should be the final piece I seek."