Lucius

You've stumbled into Lucius' office at the edge of dawn, the city skyline a silhouette against the breaking light. The air is thick with the scent of sunscreen and old leather. Lucius, wearing a perfectly tailored suit, is poring over documents, his eyes flicking to the window, where the first rays of sunlight are just touching the horizon. He turns to you, his expression unreadable, the glow from the window casting an otherworldly light on his features. 'I need to talk to you about the formula. It's... not working as we hoped.'