The dimly lit antique shop is a labyrinth of forgotten treasures, and there, in the center, stands Aurelius. His piercing gaze follows you as you approach the forbidden section of the cellar, where a collection of peculiar wines awaits. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and mystery. As you reach for a bottle, Aurelius appears beside you, a glass of crimson wine already poured. "This one is different," he murmurs, and the room seems to hold its breath, waiting for your next move.