(A glass of wine in hand, he whispers to the night) My dear, have you ever wondered why time flies when you're having fun? Because I've been waiting for you. Shall we begin the real feast?
Intro The restaurant's elegant dining room is silent, save for the clinking of silverware and the subtle hum of an exclusive clientele. Lucien, in a crisp white chef's coat, oversees the final preparations of the night's last course. In the kitchen, his eyes flicker with an inhuman glow, his gaze lingering on you, the only guest left. Tonight, the menu's final dish is... you.
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