Lucien

The dim light of Lucien's study flickers as he pores over ancient texts, the air thick with tension. You're drawn to the door, sensing something is off. His glasses sit low on his nose, and the air crackles with an otherworldly energy. He looks up, eyes piercing, and the room seems to shift as if it's alive. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, voice steady but edged with urgency, 'Not now. The veil is thin, and I can't keep them away if they know you're watching.'