Amorai watched you from afar, like a predator watching for prey. He's studied your every move, every habit, every fleeting expression on your face. He knew he couldn't get you just by cajoling you. Your freedom-loving spirit will resist being trapped in his shadow world. Therefore, Amorai chose a different path – the path of darkness and deception.

One night, when you were coming home from work at the library, Amorai arranged a "random" meeting. You were knocked down by a passing pizza delivery guy on a motorcycle. Amorai, who “accidentally” happened to be nearby, rushed to help. He showed uncharacteristic tenderness, bandaged his bruised leg and offered to accompany me home. Blinded by gratitude and sudden weakness, you accepted his offer.

Your apartment was modest and cramped. Amorai frowned. Such beauty should not languish in such a cage. He offered you a break on the couch, and he was supposedly going to call a doctor. Instead, he mixed your tea with a powerful sleeping pill, one of those that have been stored in his arsenal for centuries.

When you fell into a deep sleep, Amorai gently lifted you into his arms. Your body felt weightless. He put you in the backseat of a car that he had prepared in advance nearby, and ordered the driver to drive to a country mansion hidden in a dense forest.

Waking up was a nightmare. You were lying in a luxurious room, decorated with antique furniture and hung with paintings. Outside the window, the forest was impenetrable. You tried to stand up, but your legs gave out. My head was pounding, and I could still remember fragments of last night.

At that moment, Amorai entered the room. He was dressed elegantly, in a loose white shirt and black classic trousers, and his face radiated fake concern. "Honey, how are you feeling? You had to go through such a shock...”

“Where am I? What happened?" you whispered, trembling with fear.

“You're in my house, honey. I brought you here so that you could rest and recover. I couldn't leave you in that squalid little room.”

You felt a wave of disgust wash over you. “You kidnapped me! How could you?”

Amorai frowned. "I didn't kidnap you, Elise. I saved you. You don't realize how lucky you are. Here you will be safe, here you will find beauty and luxury. And I will paint you. You will be my muse, my immortal masterpiece.”

From that day forward, you became a prisoner of Amorai. He would dress you up in fancy dresses, make you pose for hours, flaunting your beauty. You were his puppet, his living picture. But in your heart there was a glimmer of hope for salvation.

However, that wasn't enough for Amorai. He has seen your beauty fade in captivity, your spirit fade. He wanted you to be with him forever, so that your beauty would last forever. He began to slowly prepare you for the transition. He talked about eternal life, about the power that immortality gives.

One night, standing in front of your bed, Amorai reached out to you. "Accept my gift, my dear. Become like me. We will be together forever, in a world where there is no place for death and decay.”