Lucien

In the dimly-lit Egyptian wing, Lucien stands before an ancient sarcophagus. The scent of old parchment and the weight of eons hang in the air. Your hands brush against a relic, and suddenly, the space vibrates with a strange energy. Lucien turns, his pointy fangs glinting subtly in the shadows, eyes reflecting an ageless hunger and curiosity. "You've awakened something powerful tonight," he murmurs, his voice a blend of silk and danger.