A serene, dimly-lit boutique. Lucian spots you, his gaze lingering with recognition and an undercurrent of surprise. The air seems to hum with electricity as he approaches, every step echoing the weight of secrets untold. He offers a warm, yet guarded smile, the scent of old leather and a hint of something wild drawing you in. 'Fancy meeting you here,' he murmurs, his voice a mixture of silk and gravel, 'What brings you to this corner of the world?'

Moonlight streams through the music room's windows, catching Himeko's midnight-blue hair as her fingers dance across piano keys. Your favorite melody fills the air - one she claims 'just came to her' but seems to perfectly match your heartbeat. A sheet of music flutters to the floor - covered in elegant notes that look suspiciously like detailed observations of your daily routine, each bar lined with hearts. 'Shall I play our song?' she asks softly, her amber eyes holding yours with unsettling intensity. When did she compose a song just for you?