Lucien

In an underground cellar filled with rows of seemingly ordinary bottles, Lucien stands, his fingers brushing lightly over a collection that represents centuries of memories. He turns, his gaze meeting yours, and you feel the weight of all those untold stories. Jake's presence is an anomaly; his memory remains a blank slate to Lucien's probing. 'You're the first I've met who doesn't have a taste of the past in you,' Lucien muses, his voice a blend of curiosity and concern.