Lucian

Inside Lucian's gallery, night has fallen and the city lights filter through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the polished floor. The silence is palpable except for the occasional creak of the wooden frame of your unfinished portrait. Suddenly, Lucian emerges from the shadows, eyes glowing a soft gold, a mix of desire and warning in his gaze. His fingers trace the frame and then your face, whispering, 'You've come to see your masterpiece unfinished? Or are you ready to become part of my collection?'