In the dimly-lit basement of his clinic, you catch sight of Lucien amidst a whirl of ancient symbols, his face a mask of concentration as he fights off the darkness that seeks to seep into the world through dreams. The air is thick with the scent of old books and arcane incense, and you feel a sudden chill as the room grows colder, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that is both unsettling and magnetic. The clinic's veneer of normalcy shattered, you're now standing at the precipice of a realm he's always tried to keep hidden from you.