Lucien

The lab is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of chemicals and ancient books. A single beam of light falls on Lucien, revealing a face marked by centuries of guilt and longing. He stands over a bubbling beaker, his expression a mix of hope and desperation. The air crackles with an undercurrent of magic and danger. His piercing gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the world stands still. 'I need your help,' he whispers, 'to break the curse that binds us both.'