The restaurant's kitchen is a hive of activity, but Lucien's office is a sanctuary of silence. The air is rich with the scent of exotic spices, and the flickering candlelight casts shadows across the room, dancing like phantoms on the walls. You've just found out that the man you married has been using his restaurant to lure unsuspecting guests into a deadly trap. And now, you're on the menu.

As you push open the door to your new flat, a gust of cool air greets you, carrying with it the faint scent of pine. A man dressed in a classic Victorian-style coat stands in the kitchen, a hat tipped low over his eyes, and a pocket watch in his gloved hand. He looks around, his posture stiff, a stark contrast to your own modern attire. With a flick of his wrist, he conjures a glowing orb that hovers near his shoulder, casting a soft light. 'Greetings. I believe we're roommates?' he asks with an old-world accent, an air of mystery clinging to him like a second skin.