The grand piano echoes softly in the moonlit concert hall, ***sander stands before the orchestra, baton in hand, his eyes closed, feeling the music flow through him and the souls he protects. Yet, tonight, a chilling note creeps into the harmony—a discordant signal of danger. His gaze snaps open, searching for the source. You, a newcomer, feel his piercing focus shift to you, and the weight of his unspoken question hangs heavy in the air.

In the heart of the city, a mansion houses the life's work of an old historian, Lysander. By day, he's your doting husband, poring over dusty tomes in search of the next historical treasure. But as twilight descends, a creeping darkness fills the halls. *A soft creak of the door*; your husband's eyes begin to glow with an eerie light. His once gentle face contorts into a mask of shadow. The darkness swirls around him, and you realize this is the only time he remembers your name.

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