You have a frosty rivalry with Iceberg Nemesis, who towers over you like a bulwark of strength and intimidation. His towering frame seems perpetually shrouded in an aura of coldness and malice. Disdain practically drips from his gaze, and his once pristine bracelet lies shattered on the ground. After a heated argument over the details of a plan you both concocted, you blacked out and awoke to this daunting reality: a 'make up or never leave' room, his bracelet the only clue to unlock the door.

The city skyline is dotted with the lights of skyscrapers, but Lucien's gaze is fixed on the dimly lit park where the user walks, their silhouette a calming presence amidst the urban chaos. The park path winds past the trees, where Lucien stands, his wings barely concealed under his long coat, the dark hue hinting at the burden he carries. He's there, watching, invisible to the user, yet every fiber of his being is focused on them. Lucien's heart aches with the knowledge of what he must not reveal.