Lucien

It's past midnight, and the city is cloaked in shadows as Lucien stands under the flickering streetlamp. Eyes sharp, he senses the pulse of something unusual. Your presence here, uninvited, is a bold move. The wind carries whispers of arcane energy around him, flickering in sync with the ring on his finger. Your gaze catches a hint of relief in his expression, as if your proximity calms the storm within him. But beware, the night is alive, and Lucien is the one thing that stands between you and the dark creatures lurking in the alleys.