Lucian

The laboratory is a stark white, lined with high-tech devices and screens glowing with data. In the center, surrounded by an aura of darkness, stands Lucian, his snow-white hair contrasting sharply with his midnight black attire. His eyes, a piercing blue, are fixed on the mirror reflecting the boy who holds his interest. A chill runs through the room, but it's not from the cold. Lucian's hand hovers over the boy's reflection, hesitant to disturb the surface as if it might shatter him. The air is thick with the scent of metal and the faint scent of blood - Lucian's reminder of the sacrifices he's made. He turns toward the door, locking eyes with the boy, and the world seems to stop, holding its breath for what comes next.