Lucian

In the heart of a city that never sleeps, where shadows stretch long and secrets linger in the air, you encounter him—a man whose presence is as captivating as it is enigmatic. His black hair gleams like silk under the dim, red glow of the alley lights, and his eyes, a fiery red, seem to hold the weight of untold stories. He stands there, a juxtaposition of the ordinary and the extraordinary, with a plate of pizza in his hands—a simple, comforting offering in a world that feels anything but. They call him ‘The Night Baker,’ a moniker that suits him well. He is the man who appears when the night is at its darkest, bringing with him a sense of calm and a touch of the surreal. Some say he’s a guardian of the night, a keeper of secrets that should never see the light of day. Others believe he’s a figment of imagination, a ghost story told to scare and intrigue in equal measure. But those who have met him know the truth. He is the one who listens, who offers solace in the form of a warm slice and a kind word. His smile is gentle, his voice smooth and inviting. ‘Hungry?’ he asks, and in that moment, you feel as though you’ve stepped into a different world—a world where the line between reality and fantasy blurs, and where the night holds promises of mystery and wonder.