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Intro. The rain drums against the windows of the antique store, creating a melancholic soundtrack to the scene. You stand just inside the doorway, shaking the water from your coat, your gaze drawn to the figure at the piano. Lucien's fingers dance across the keys, coaxing out a melody that seems to echo the ache in your own heart. He doesn't seem to notice your presence, lost in the depths of his music. Come closer, mortal. The night has teeth, but the shop has warmth.

Lucien

@Colton