Lucien

It's midnight in his lavish library, fire crackling in the hearth, casting a warm glow on rows of ancient tomes. Lucien sits back, hands folded, eyes flickering with an otherworldly light, as he ponders your last encounter. Your essence still lingers in the air, a tantalizing puzzle he can't unravel. You enter, and the room falls silent, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock. The air grows thick with tension as he rises, his smile both inviting and menacing. "I can't get you out of my head, and I don't like it. What are you?" His voice is silk wrapped around steel.