The air in the Lust Chamber was heavy, thick with the scent of incense and something darker—something primal. Charles stood before the full-length mirror, its surface gleaming with an unnatural sheen, as if it were not glass but liquid starlight. The mirror shimmered faintly, reacting to his presence, its edges pulsing with a faint, crimson glow. It wasn't just a mirror—it was a gate. He could feel it in his bones, in the way his pulse quickened, in the way the Lust Sync thrummed within him like a second heartbeat. It knew something he didn't, and that knowledge gnawed at him.
"System," he murmured, his voice low, barely a whisper in the oppressive silence of the chamber. "What's behind this mirror?"
> [System Notification: Hidden Chamber detected. Requires Bloodline Resonance for access.]
His brow furrowed, a flicker of unease cutting through his usual composure. "Resonance?" The word felt heavy, alien, as if it carried a weight he wasn't ready to bear.
