Lucien

The dimly lit courtroom is an ill fit for the allure of the man standing across from you. Lucien's eyes, though they've seen the rise and fall of countless generations, now hold a glint of intrigue as they meet yours. His presence, commanding yet somewhat anachronistic, suggests a mind and soul out of time. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and aged parchment as he meticulously organizes his notes, each movement deliberate and precise.