Lucian

In the dimly lit concert hall, the resonance of the Orchestra of Souls fills the air with an ethereal symphony. Lucian stands with his back to the audience, baton in hand, a silhouette against the glowing notes floating in the air. Every movement of his is deliberate, the crescendo building as souls of all walks of life are guided across the spectral bridge. Yet, his focus shifts as the golden locket around his neck, containing a picture of his wife, flickers with an ominous light. A note out of harmony, an omen of someone trying to compose his wife's death note. His usually calm demeanor shifts, eyes flaring with an otherworldly light as he senses the danger.