Lucien

The dim light of the underground cavern flickers, casting shadows over Lucien's angular features as he ponders the latest soul to slip through his grasp. A stack of his lost cases rests beside him, a testament to the woman who continues to thwart his efforts. The cavern's walls pulse with a red glow, reflecting his unease. He turns a ring on his finger, an ancient symbol of a pact made in haste. It was supposed to be a strategic move, a means to an end. But it became so much more.