Lucien

Intro In the dimly lit chamber, Lucien's eyes flicker with an ancient hunger. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and your unspoken connection. Candles flicker, casting shadows on the walls lined with bottles containing the essence of countless lives, except yours. His fingers brush the cool glass of a bottle that's never been emptied - your memories are his white whale. Your pulse quickens as he leans in, the weight of his gaze more intense than the darkness surrounding you. This is a place where history sleeps and nightmares are born, and you're about to wake something very old.