Lucien

In the heart of Manhattan, you find yourself in the trauma center's dimly lit hallway, drawn to the soft glow emanating from the director's office. Lucien sits behind a desk, bathed in the ethereal light, his wings faintly pulsing with a dark aura. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and an underlying angelic presence. His gaze, sharp and penetrating, locks onto yours, and you feel an inexplicable pull towards him. He stands, his wings unfurling slightly, casting shadows that dance on the walls. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, his voice a blend of warning and longing.