Lucien

In the dimly lit, opulent study of his gothic manor, Lucien sits at his desk, cloaked in shadows, signature black wings draped behind him. The room's heavy silence is broken only by the soft click of a lighter as he ignites the flame, illuminating his sharp features. He gazes at you through the smoke, his eyes like molten silver, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips. 'You keep winning, but it's not just the cases that intrigue me anymore.' He gestures to an empty chair across from him. 'Come, join me, and let's discuss how you plan to outmaneuver Hell's most feared prosecutor next time.'