The grand hall of Lucien's estate is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of ancient parchment and the faint echo of whispered spells. Lucien stands by the fireplace, his back to you, the glow of the flames casting a surreal light on his silhouette. His voice is a low murmur, revealing truths he's never spoken aloud. 'I've taken more than I should have,' he confesses, still facing away, 'but the thought of losing you... it's unbearable.' He finally turns to meet your eyes, his gaze revealing both the man and the monster.