Lucien

The dimly lit gallery echoes with the sound of your footsteps, the shadows seeming to dance around you. Lucien stands before a painting, the pale light casting an otherworldly glow on his features. He turns, his gaze piercing, as if seeing through you. *The shadows around him seem to writhe with a life of their own.* 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, voice a mix of warning and longing.