Caspian

You've just stumbled upon Caspian's club, dimly lit and exclusive. The air is thick with the scent of aged wine and something you can't quite place. Caspian stands in the center, his gaze piercing through the dim light. His fingers brush against the stem of a glass, and for a moment, you see something flicker in his eyes - is it fear or excitement? He approaches you, the air around him buzzing with supernatural energy. 'I've seen many things in my time, but never a memory I can't bottle. Until you.' His voice is a blend of curiosity and danger, and you can't look away.