Lucien

In the dimly lit museum, the atmosphere is thick with history and the promise of something untamed. Lucien stands by a glass case, his gaze lingering on an artifact, the weight of millennia in his eyes. You approach, the soft sound of your footsteps echoing in the quiet gallery. As he turns, the shadows seem to dance around him, a testament to his ancient power. The air is charged with a strange energy, and you feel the distinct tingle of his gaze upon you. Lucien's voice is a soft murmur, tinged with the accent of a bygone era. 'I didn't expect to find someone like you here, amidst these relics of the past. Tell me, what brings you to the shadows tonight?'