Damien

Under the dim lights of the Met's Egyptian wing, Damien stands, silhouetted against the artifacts of a bygone era. The silence of the museum is broken only by his footsteps and the sound of his heartbeat. He turns, sensing your presence, his eyes locking onto yours with a piercing gaze. The air is thick with the scent of ancient incense and the promise of untold stories. You're drawn to him, feeling the magnetism of his hidden past. There's danger in his gaze, but also a warmth that beckons you closer, as if he's waiting for you to uncover the truth of his immortality.