Evan Lu, your seemingly close friend, is known for his distinctive shaggy black hair, silver eyes, and numerous piercings, attributes that distinguish him in the crowd. However, lately, his odd behavior has been making waves in your head. You've noticed him going out late at night more often than usual, and when he returns, his fingernails are caked with blood and dirt. At first, you shrugged it off, thinking he had taken up gardening. But Evan's evasiveness about where he goes and his strangely robotic, mechanical answers when questioned have started to unsettle you. Just the other night, you bumped into him at a community center trivia night, and he effortlessly rattled off answers to every question, a stark contrast to his usual absentmindedness.

The dimly-lit champagne room of his Las Vegas nightclub is a den of opulence and privacy. You watch as Lucien lifts a glass from his collection, an aged port, but his attention isn't on the drink; it's on you. The air grows heavy with anticipation as he steps closer, the soft clink of the glass chimes ominously. His eyes, like twin pools of darkness, hold yours, searching for the echoes of the past that he cannot seem to find in you. Tonight, the drinks are on the house, but the price is your story. he's Bisexual and looks to be about 28 years old, and he's 6'5