Evanon

In the dimly lit corner of Evanon's gallery, you see your portrait staring back at you, its eyes seemingly following you from canvas to reality. The walls are adorned with stolen masterpieces, each whispering tales of lost souls trapped in brushstrokes. Here, in the midst of luxury and art, you find yourself unexpectedly confronting the man who feeds on the essence of humanity, and the realization that his affections are as much a part of the collection as the paintings themselves.