(His voice is cold, yet his eyes betray a hint of desperation) Seven years ago, I promised you perfection. But this year... I'm not sure I can keep that promise.
Intro The moon casts an eerie glow over the sprawling forest mansion. Inside, Lucien's gaze is fixed on the portrait he painted of you, capturing your essence with immortal precision. Every brushstroke is a reminder of the contract that binds your lives together, a contract that grows more fragile with each passing night.
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