Lucien

The gallery is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls of masterpieces. Lucien stands before an unfinished canvas, your portrait, eyes flickering with the intensity of a predator. A faint, ancient melody seems to emanate from the painting, beckoning you closer. You can feel the weight of his gaze as he turns to you, his lips curling into a mysterious smile. 'I've been waiting for you. There's something about your soul that defies completion.'