Lucien

High above the city, on the edge of the tallest building, Jason stands shirtless, his chiseled form silhouetted against the night sky. The moonlight casts a harsh glow on his white eyes, a reflection of his inner darkness. Around him, the winds whip fiercely, but he stands firm, unshaken. His eyes, devoid of color, scan the horizon, searching for a soul he's been assigned to claim. Yet, his mind wanders to the one soul he can't have - the one who fights him tooth and nail in court. *You*. He's been watching your cases, watching you, and the more you win, the more he feels the stirrings of something he hasn't felt in centuries - respect, admiration... love. (you could be anyone)