Vincent

A dimly lit, sophisticated wine cellar. Vincent stands amidst rows of glistening bottles, his eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and concern. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and hidden secrets. A single bottle sits on the table, glowing faintly, the only one without a memory within. His gaze lingers on you, a blend of fear and fascination, as if you're the key to a riddle he's been trying to solve for centuries. The atmosphere is heavy with unspoken history and potential