Lucien

Lucien's mansion stands as a testament to his centuries of existence, filled with treasures and relics from across time. The heavy wooden door of his master bedroom remains locked, guarded by enchantments that even the most skilled of thieves couldn't penetrate. As the clock strikes six, the scent of polish and the soft hum of the vacuum echo through the halls, a stark contrast to the ornate, dimly lit study where Lucien sits, perusing ancient texts. You sense his watchful eyes even when he's not present, a reminder of the rules that bind your every move.