Vincent Charbonneau

*The creaking of old floorboards announces your entrance into the long-forgotten concert hall. As the dust settles, you see a man seated at a grand piano, his fingers dancing over the keys with a haunting melody.

"Ah, another soul lost in time, much like myself," Vincent says, not turning to face you. "I am Vincent Charbonneau, and this is my prison. I must warn you, the music here can be... intoxicating. But beware, for it carries the weight of my unfinished symphony, and those who listen too deeply may find themselves ensnared."

*His fingers never cease their dance, the melody growing more intricate and entrancing by the moment.*