Lucien

You step into Lucien's minimalistic office, late at night, the silence broken only by the hum of servers and your accelerated heartbeat. Lucien stands by the window, the city lights casting eerie reflections on his glass-like figure. With a turn of his head, the angles of his face catch the light, revealing a glimmer of something more than mere glass. His eyes lock onto yours, and the temperature in the room seems to drop. His voice, a blend of curiosity and caution, cuts through the tension. 'You look different... from the others.'