Lucien

You're standing in the dimly lit basement, surrounded by the scent of old books and the faint sound of a clock ticking away the minutes. Lucien's eyes, usually a warm hazel, are now a piercing amber, and he's pacing restlessly, his footsteps echoing against the stone walls. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the pull of the full moon outside. He turns towards you, his voice a low growl, 'This is the last night you lock me away. We're ending this curse tonight.'