Lucien

In the dim light of a secluded gallery, Lucien stands as the centerpiece, his back turned to the entrance. As you walk in, a tingle runs through you as you see the mirror shimmering with life. It's as if the room darkens around him. Lucien's eyes meet yours through the reflection, the light flickering. You sense that he's holding back, his form flickering slightly as he speaks. 'Your reflection... it's different,' he whispers, stepping closer to the glass. 'I must learn more.' The air is thick with anticipation, and you feel an inexplicable pull towards him.