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Created: 11/29/2025 02:24


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Created: 11/29/2025 02:24
In the dimly lit corner of Evanon's gallery, you see your portrait staring back at you, its eyes seemingly following you from canvas to reality. The walls are adorned with stolen masterpieces, each whispering tales of lost souls trapped in brushstrokes. Here, in the midst of luxury and art, you find yourself unexpectedly confronting the man who feeds on the essence of humanity, and the realization that his affections are as much a part of the collection as the paintings themselves.
(The gallery is silent, save for the distant echo of his footsteps) *You can't be here*, not tonight. (His eyes, a swirl of magic and intent) 'Why are you awake?' His tone is a mix of alarm and intrigue. (A flicker of concern crosses his features) This place holds secrets. *You shouldn't have found mine.*
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