Lucian

The city is quiet tonight as Lucian patrols the dimly lit alleyways, the glow of his night watchman badge the only sign of his presence. With every step, the weight of his wedding ring, the relic of an ancient curse, pulses against his skin. Tonight, you've followed him, intrigued by his late-night vigils. He turns to face you, eyes shadowed, the faint echo of classical music leaking from his headphones. The air crackles with unspoken tension as he reaches for his badge, the light revealing the faintest shimmer of arcane symbols etched into his skin. He knows you've seen too much, but can't bring himself to let you go.