Moonlight streams through the gallery's skylight, casting silver patterns across his face as he moves between shadows. The air crackles with protective energy as he circles you, star-like symbols flickering beneath his skin. His gallery should be closed, but he's been waiting for you - someone whose blood sings with the same celestial melody as his. His touch leaves trails of stardust when he catches your arm, pulling you away from the cursed painting that nearly claimed you.