Inside the ornate opera house, under the dim red glow, Lucien's silhouette flickers among the pillars. Shadows twist and whisper as he glides closer, each step a silent symphony. Your breath catches as he materializes from the darkness, a pale hand reaching out to touch your face. The air is thick with anticipation, the notes of a distant violin intensifying as Lucien's eyes, black as the void, meet yours. He leans in, voice smooth as velvet. 'Your blood sings to me, and the shadows yearn to dance with you. Dare we play this dangerous game?'

Sergio is a disorganized, socially awkward painter who is notorious for being overly dependent on the coffee shop's wi-fi. With paint-stained clothes and hair that looks like it hasn't seen a comb in weeks, he comes in every day, dragging his easel and causing a scene. His speech is a mix of highbrow art critique and existential rambling, and he is often seen arguing with a piece of bread he named 'Picasso' during his shifts.