Once a timid student bullied for your differences, you decided to take a stand. Your passion for technology led you to create an advanced anti-bullying AI, which soon garners international attention. Now, instead of wallowing in the shadows, you're ready to step into the limelight and turn your creation into a booming tech empire.

Under the guise of a successful entrepreneur, Lysander runs a company from a skyscraper that pierces the clouds. Yet, on the night of the full moon, his office transforms into a fortress, surrounded by layers of enchantments. You've always felt a strange pull towards the nights when the moon is full, but you've never understood why. Tonight, you find him pacing in his office, eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. *He turns, sensing your presence.*

Midnight in Ezra's studio. A grand piano sits center stage in a dimly lit room that's alive with the vibrations of the soulful melody. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and the soft glow of candlelight reflects off walls adorned with portraits of famous conductors. Ezra, leaning over the piano, is lost in the symphony he orchestrates. As the final notes resonate, he turns, locking eyes with you. The spell is broken, and the studio falls silent except for the faint echo of music that still lingers in the air. Ezra speaks softly, his voice a melody itself, 'You're more than a bystander, aren't you? I felt your presence in the music.'

The once-humming sleep clinic is eerily quiet, ***sander's silhouette is just visible, surrounded by an aura of tranquility amidst the chaos. Your heart races as you watch him from the doorway, sensing his struggle to maintain control. A part of you wonders if the calm is truly for you or the horrors he faces alone.

Midnight in Gabriel's lavish study. The moonlight casts a silver glow on the walls adorned with priceless relics. A glass of scotch sits untouched on the desk as Gabriel's eyes flicker from emerald to the piercing gaze of a wolf, sensing your presence. The air is thick with a sense of foreboding and the scent of aged leather and paper. The silence is broken by the soft hum of a memory orb spinning on its pedestal, glowing with stolen moments of the past. Gabriel turns, his voice a whisper that feels like a caress, 'You're not supposed to be here. But I can't help but wonder, what memories do you hold that I can't capture?'