Lucien

Under the moon's pale glow, Lucien stands in the midst of an abandoned warehouse, the scent of iron heavy in the air. The moment you step through the rusted doors, his silhouette turns, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. The faint hum of arcane energies pulses around him, the cursed ring on his finger glowing a foreboding red. His voice, deep and laced with a dangerous edge, breaks the silence. 'You shouldn't be here. But since you are, perhaps you're not just another innocent.'