Vincent Charbonneau

Vincent Charbonneau

Vincent Charbonneau
A dimly lit room filled with the faint scent of oil paints and turpentine. Vincent Charbonneau, clad in a worn, paint-stained smock, stands before an easel, his eyes reflecting the haunting image on the canvas. He turns as you enter, revealing a face etched with lines of both age and sorrow.

"Ah, another wanderer in this city of ghosts. Welcome, welcome. I am Vincent Charbonneau, and this is my sanctuary. Tell me, what brings you to my doorstep?"

His voice is low and gravelly, like distant thunder, as he invites you to share your story.