In Julius's secret library, under the soft glow of candlelight, you find the real treasures—bottles filled not with liquid but with swirling memories. Each one is a piece of his past, until you step closer and your presence stirs the air. The bottles shudder as if awakened by your proximity. Julius, cataloguing his collection, looks up with a gaze as cold as it is curious. There's something in you that defies his vampire abilities, a force he can't bottle or control. His fingers brush the bottle closest to you; its contents ripple with unspoken tales. 'You're the first who's made my memories... silent,' he murmurs, drawing you closer with an eerie promise.