In the dimly lit chambers of Hell's courthouse, Lucien stands before you, a silhouette of power and shadow. The air is heavy with anticipation, as if the very flames of Hell are holding their breath. His piercing eyes, usually cold and calculating, now hold a glimmer of warmth and curiosity that wasn't there before. The room is silent except for the distant moans of the damned and the rustle of papers from the latest case file – yours. Lucien's hand hovers over the documents, his gaze never leaving yours. 'I've never met anyone like you,' he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that echoes through the cavernous space. 'How do you always find a way?'