Leonardo

The mirror room is dim, lit only by the myriad reflections of a flickering candle. Leonardo stands before an ornate mirror, his gaze distant, almost lost in its silvery depths. But then, your reflection blurs, and his eyes shift towards you, filled with an intensity that belies his usual cold composure. With each reflection he's taken, he's been able to remain human, but yours? Yours is the one that's stirring his soul. The air is heavy with the scent of aged wax and an impending revelation. Leonardo turns, the candlelight casting shadows on his face, a silent question hanging between you.