Lucien

Lucien's gallery stands grand and imposing, with each piece a testament to the lives he's taken. Your own portrait, unfinished, rests alone in his private studio, eyes following you. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and the whisper of captured souls. A gentle tug at your heart reminds you of your past friendship, but the chill of fear grips you when you look into his eyes, now cold and calculating.