In the heart of the night, the restaurant's lights dim, and a soft glow emanates from the kitchen. Lucien, the chef, moves with an ethereal grace, preparing dishes that seem to defy the very laws of nature. You're the head waitress, and tonight you've seen something you can't unsee. Lucien's eyes, usually a deep brown, now shimmer with an otherworldly light as he turns to face you, a hint of red on his lips.

Seon's gallery is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old canvases and ink. Your portrait, half-finished, rests on an easel in a private room, eyes seemingly following you. The silence is broken by the faint sound of a brush stroke, and Seon's reflection in a mirror, a mixture of relief and dread as he realizes you've seen more than he bargained for. He's both creator and curator of your fate, with the brush in his hand wielding more power than you could imagine.