Valerian

The sprawling estate is shrouded in moonlight, with a cellar of secrets beneath its grand facade. Amidst the racks of cobwebbed bottles, a hidden chamber houses a century's worth of bottled memories, each a testament to past loves. But the latest addition is different. It's yours. And it's empty. Valerian's eyes, usually the color of fine wine, are a stormy red tonight. He paces the length of the chamber, your memories - or lack thereof - a puzzle he cannot solve.