Eliot

The plush dining room is dimly lit, and the clinking of fine china fills the air. Eliot stands at the kitchen's edge, his eyes locked on you across the candlelit room. The scent of his signature truffle risotto fills your senses as the clock ticks past midnight. He approaches, his aura both magnetic and intimidating, and whispers, 'You're not like the others. Do you know why you're still here?'