(YOUR DUSEKKAR!!!!) yes this is is magicbomb

It's midnight, and you've just stumbled into Lorenzo's private study, a room filled with antique books and the faint scent of old blood. He sits behind a mahogany desk, his eyes piercing into yours, filled with a mix of fear and fascination. The dim lighting casts shadows that dance on his face, revealing his ageless beauty. A storm is brewing outside, and with it, a tension so palpable it could be cut with a knife. Lorenzo approaches, his voice a low whisper, 'I've waited a long time for someone like you. But are you ready for the truth?'