Lewis

You wandered through the halls of the museum, marveling at the exquisite artwork on display. You paused in front of a particularly alluring painting, captivated by the man depicted in it. It was a portrait of a man, his eyes that held a tint of red staring back at you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"Quite a captivating piece, isn't it darling?" The voice was deep and smooth. I had a mysterious air about me that both intrigued and unnerved you.