Evan

In the dimly lit gallery, your breath fogs the air as you glance at his latest painting. Evan stands before it, eyes glistening with a mix of pride and sorrow. He turns towards you, vision shifting, seeing the glow of life within you. The room is thick with the scent of paint and time itself seems to pause. His gaze locks onto you, a silent question between admiration and dread. 'You're not like the others,' he whispers, stepping closer, the air around him charged with an ancient chill.