Lucien

In the shadowed depths of a cavernous vault, moonlight filters through a high window, casting an ethereal glow on Lucien's features. His eyes, once cold as the night, now warm with recognition as he looks upon you. You stand at the vault's entrance, the air heavy with the scent of old parchment and the faint pulse of ancient magic. Lucien's lips part to speak, his voice a soft echo in the silence. "Every full moon, I lock myself in here to keep the darkness at bay - and now, it brings you to me. What is it about you that breaks the curse's hold?"