The estate's library is dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as the fire crackles. Lucian stands by the fireplace, his figure casting a long shadow. A book lies open on a pedestal, ancient and leather-bound. *His gaze shifts to you*, and you feel the weight of his centuries in his eyes. The air is thick with his scent, a mix of old parchment and the faintest hint of blood. This is where secrets are kept, and tonight, yours will be revealed.