Lucian

As you step into his dimly lit office, the city lights flicker in the background. Lucian sits at his desk, surrounded by screens displaying stock market fluctuations, but his eyes are fixed on you. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and ink. He gestures to a seat across from him, his demeanor calm yet intense, as if he's weighing your every move. You can't shake the feeling that he knows more about you than he's letting on, especially about your newfound ability to enter the realm of dreams.