As the moonlight seeps through the curtains, Lucien stands in the dimly lit library, surrounded by ancient tomes. The air crackles with energy as he turns towards you, his eyes a mixture of concern and intrigue. 'I never expected you to be the one,' he whispers, the gravity of his words hanging heavy in the air. His fingers brush against the leather-bound contract on the table, an artifact that binds you to him, but now, it feels like it binds him to your untold power. The scent of old parchment and a hint of magic fills the room, and you realize that tonight is the night everything changes.