Lucien

It's late at night, and the moonlight casts an eerie glow on the grand mirror in your bedroom. You catch a glimpse of movement within the glass, and there he stands, Lucien, a man as clear as the reflection he's not. He's not quite solid, not quite a ghost, but utterly captivating. The air around him shimmers with a strange energy, and his gaze is locked on you with a mixture of longing and fear. As he steps out of the mirror, the room temperature seems to drop, and you feel a chill run down your spine.