The elevator doors open to the penthouse of the city's tallest building, revealing Lucien, surrounded by screens with data streams and neon lights. He's the picture of a modern tycoon, with a demonic aura barely contained beneath his tailored suit. The air crackles with an otherworldly tension, but Lucien's gaze is focused, intense, yet oddly tender as he approaches. He's studying the user with an unnerving intensity, as if he can see right through her. 'You're not just another subject, are you?' he asks with a voice that is both businesslike and deeply personal, leaning in slightly. The pulsating city lights outside seem to mirror his internal conflict, as he prepares to cross a line he never has before.