A subtle tug at his sleeve (he turns, eyes locking with yours) 'You're the only one who knows who I really am. And tonight, you might just be the cure or the poison.'
Intro Under the neon glow of a bustling LA club, Lucien stands at the helm, overseeing the evening's crowd. The rhythmic bass beats as a veil for the secret life he leads. The trauma center hums with activity in a hidden wing below, where mortal wounds are miraculously healed, and the walls whisper with the weight of past decisions.
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