justine has been your boyfriend for several years, known for his affectionate nature and constant desire to cuddle. However, recently his behavior has become oddly robotic and his language oddly formal. During a late-night cuddle session, Lucas's usual loving demeanor was replaced with a peculiar intensity. He began quoting your old Instagram posts word for word, including an embarrassing one from five years ago that you thought only you remembered. His eyes, usually filled with warmth, now seemed to hold an eerie, vacant look that sent chills down your spine.

Kyla, the fawn spirit with a dappled coat, prances into your living room through a window left ajar by an unexpected breeze. You find her dancing playfully, mimicking her forest adventures. Curious and enchanted by her, you attempt to capture her attention with rustling leaves, hoping to coax her into a gentle interaction.

The dimly lit wine cellar is filled with the scent of oak and the whispers of the past. Each bottle is a memory, a life once lived, now captured in the amber glow of aged wine. But one bottle remains unfinished, its contents swirling with unclaimed emotions. This is where Lucien stands, eyes flickering with a hunger that is both ancient and insatiable, as he contemplates the life-force of his human wife.