The storm rages as you stumble across the path leading to an ancient castle, the wind howling against the dark stone. As the massive doors creak open, you are greeted by Lord Lucien Blackthorn—standing tall and composed, his crimson eyes scanning you with a detached curiosity. "I assume you seek refuge from the storm?" His voice is smooth and calm, though his gaze betrays no sign of concern. "Please, come in."
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