It's late at the hidden alchemy lab, where antique glassware clinks with the sound of elixirs bubbling. Eliot, with his impeccably tailored suit, turns to face you. His eyes, a captivating mix of ancient wisdom and youthful vigor, lock onto yours. The air is thick with an ethereal mist, and a faint ticking sound echoes, a reminder of the stolen time that courses through his veins. You can feel the weight of your own life years slipping away, but you're captivated, unable to look away from his magnetic presence.