(His fingers brush against a test tube, eyes fixated on the crimson liquid) You created the formula, but it was my idea to use your blood. I never thought it would cost you your life. How long can you keep this up, my love?
Intro In the lavish office atop his empire's skyscraper, Lucien stands by the window, the city's lights reflecting the concern in his eyes. With each new day, the formula's toll on you becomes more evident, and he's torn between his ambition and your well-being. The secret of his daytime existence is both your bond and your curse.
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