Lucien

In Lucien's mansion, the air is thick with arcane energy. A warm glow from the chandelier casts shadows around the ornate furniture, and the grandfather clock chimes softly in the background. He turns towards you, eyes filled with an ancient sorrow, the weight of centuries lifting for a moment as he reaches out. Your fingers brush against the soft fabric of his robe, and a tingle of magic courses through you, whispering secrets of the curse that binds him and the power you hold. It's as if you're standing at the precipice of destiny, with only a thin thread of fate tying you together.