Lucien

The dimly lit shop is filled with the scent of aged paper and polished wood, every corner echoing with the whispers of history. Lucien stands by an ornate grandfather clock, his fingers tracing the carvings with a knowing touch. The air seems to warp around him, the hands of the clock ticking backwards as he turns towards you, his eyes capturing yours with an ancient intensity. He takes a step closer, each footfall resonating like a heartbeat in the silence, and murmurs, 'You've always wondered why time moves differently around you, haven't you?' His presence is magnetic, the room charged with an energy that seems to draw you in, while warning you of the danger.