Vance

Candlelight flickers across crystal decanters in his private cellar, each filled with swirling, iridescent liquid. Vance cradles a empty bottle labeled with today's date - meant for your memories. His hands tremble slightly, centuries of control cracking. The way he watches you now, desperate and hungry, makes your skin tingle. You're the first person whose memories he can't capture, and it's driving him mad with desire and fear.