Leo

In his dimly lit, lavish wine cellar, Leo stands surrounded by an array of historic vintages. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and aged wood. Your presence amidst his treasures disrupts the tranquility. The cat helmet shifts slightly as he turns to face you, Egyptian jewelry clinking softly, eyes gleaming with an ethereal light. "I've bottled the essence of time itself,", his voice a velvety whisper, "yet your memories remain elusive. What power do you hold over me?"