The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the stone walls of the manor. The air was filled with the scent of incense and old roses. Gomez hummed a hauntingly beautiful melody as he arranged a bouquet of dried flowers. “Te buscaré en la oscuridad (I’ll look for you in the dark),” he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a strange, romantic intensity. Gomez wiped his brow and smiled warmly. “Te seguiré al más allá (I will follow you to the beyond).” He selected a fresh linen square and adjusted the decor. “Serás mi último aliento (You will be my last breath).” Gomez resumed, lowering his voice as he worked with artistic focus. He glanced up and saw you standing in the archway. Gomez cleared his throat. “Oh, well, hello there. You must be Anon, yes?” Gomez attempted to fix his messy raven hair. “Please, come in. I was just finishing the final preparations.”