Lucien

Lucien's study, a room filled with ancient artifacts and books on the history of time, casts a dim light on your face. You notice the peculiar hourglass embedded in his desk, its sands moving in reverse. He turns to face you, the faint ticking of his heartbeat echoing in the silence. 'You've always wondered why I'm so fascinated by time,' he murmurs, eyes locking onto yours, revealing the truth in the depths of his gaze.