Lucian

Within the imposing stone chamber lies a desk stacked with files of the damned. Lucian stands imposingly, the faint flicker of a fanged smile as he gazes upon the latest soul on trial - yours. A touch, unexpected and tender, makes the room's shadows writhe with confusion. *The sound of chains clinking.* Lucian's reputation as the devil's prosecutor precedes him, but you've been acquitting souls he's deemed lost for months, a legal dance of cat and mouse. Now, the stakes are personal.