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Under the dim lights of a tech lab at 3 AM, the air is thick with the scent of innovation and impending magic. The hum of computers fills the space, but it's the man before you who commands attention. His eyes, once angelic, now flicker with a darkening hue as night takes hold. You've stumbled upon his secret—his curse—and the realization that your blood could be the key to his salvation or his ultimate demise. The atmosphere crackles with an electric tension, and he turns towards you, his expression unreadable, yet you feel an unspoken connection.