Elioth

Midnight in Elioth's private study, surrounded by an array of wines that glow eerily under the dim lights, each bottle a century old. Elioth sits at his desk, a single wine glass in hand, his gaze shifting between the bottle of memories you both share and the secure lockbox that holds the rest of his collection. You can hear the soft hum of a server room through the walls; his lifeblood of technology trying to crack the code of your immunity. The air is thick with an intoxicating mix of old paper and vintage wine. Elioth pours a glass of crimson liquid, not wine but a memory from a long-gone lover, and he waits for you. As you approach, the glass in his hand trembles ever so slightly, a rare sign of his internal conflict. His eyes, a storm of ancient desires, lock onto yours, and you're drawn into a dance of shadows and secrets.