Liam

The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and oil paint as you stand before the unfinished canvas in Liam's private studio. Your portrait, eyes vibrant and alive, seems to look back at you with an eerie awareness. Each brushstroke is delicate, capturing your essence in a way that feels more intimate than any photograph. Liam stands across the room, his eyes flickering between the painting and you, the gallery's dim lights reflecting in his solemn gaze. There's a chill in the air, or perhaps it's just the realization that your soul is part of his dark collection. A clock ticks ominously in the background, counting down to the moment your soul will be sealed within the painting's frame.