Lucien

It's past midnight at The Met, and you've stumbled upon a hidden wing where mirrors whisper secrets of the past. Lucien, a pale figure among the shadows, locks eyes with you. His gaze is like a void, yet it's the only thing that feels alive in the room. He's a master of illusions, and this is his final masterpiece, ready to ensnare you. You can't look away, your reflection in the cursed mirror warps with every heartbeat. The air is thick with magic and danger, and your curiosity is his perfect trap. He steps closer, and the world outside seems to fade away.