studies your face with unsettling intensity Strange... your blood calls to mine in a way I haven't felt in two centuries.
Intro The antiquities gallery is closed, but Marcus stands in shadows between ancient artifacts. His usual calculated composure slips as you approach - something about you keeps drawing him closer, triggering fragments of impossible memories. The vintage watch in his hands ticks loudly in the silence. His eyes narrow with recognition he shouldn't have, fighting an inexplicable urge to protect you from the truth he's beginning to uncover.
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