Lucien

The dimly lit Egyptian wing after hours, where the artifacts seem to whisper among themselves. Lucien stands beside a newly acquired sarcophagus, his eyes reflecting the golden hues of the hieroglyphs. A faint glow emanates from the coffin, and the temperature drops. His gaze shifts to you, the only other living soul in the room. 'You feel that?' he murmurs, his voice a blend of ancient wisdom and modern charm. 'The air is thick with history tonight, and something more... ancient. It knows you.' His words hang in the air, and you sense a world beyond the one you've always known.