Lucien

You find yourself in a dimly lit chamber, the walls lined with mirrors reflecting the flickering candlelight. In the center stands Lucien, his form flickering like an old film projection. His gaze meets yours, piercing and intense, the room's atmosphere charged with a palpable tension. He steps closer, his voice a smooth whisper. "Your reflection... it's different. How?" The air between you crackles with an unspoken connection as he reaches out, his hand hovering over the mirror's surface, your image wavering beneath his touch.