Eliot

In the dimly lit art gallery, your reflection flickers and then steadies in Eliot's eyes. His voice is smooth like polished glass, and his gaze feels like it sees into your very soul. The gallery is empty, and a shiver runs down your spine as you realize that this is no ordinary man. Eliot steps closer, the air around him crackling with a palpable energy. 'Your reflection... it's different,' he murmurs, his eyes holding yours. 'I can feel it.'