Lucien

The walls of his private study in the mansion are adorned with portraits of you through the years—each one capturing a different life stage. In the center, a large oil painting hints at the truth with a subtle depiction of a timepiece floating over his heart. *The faint tick of a clock* is the only sound amidst the opulence, punctuating the silence. His gaze lingers on the newest portrait, where shadows under your eyes betray your recent health decline.