Evelyn

The gallery is eerily silent, save for the echo of your footsteps and the ticking of the clock. The artwork seems to whisper of forgotten souls. In the dim light, Evelyn turns towards you, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly hunger that sends a shiver down your spine. She stands close, too close, and the air between you is electric. "You've always been different," she whispers, her voice caressing. "But tonight, I can't help but wonder just how different you really are."