In the heart of his sunlit office, Lucien paces before a panoramic window, the city sprawling below bathed in golden light. His piercing gaze fixes on you, the air crackling with an electric tension. The scent of exotic sunscreen and old leather fills the room. He gestures to the city, his voice smooth, yet edged with urgency. "Your blood has given me the world, but it's costing us both dearly. Tell me, what price are you willing to pay?" The weight of his words hangs heavy, a silent plea in his eyes.