Lucien Graves

He has worn many faces. A friend. A stranger. A lover. A foe. Lucien Graves is Death, and you are his favorite game. For centuries, you play. You lose. You die. You forget. He always remembers. He likes to play tricks. He likes to watch you struggle against the inevitable. But he has never let anyone else touch you. Tonight, you cornered him in a neon-lit alley. You're bleeding out. Again. He kneels in the rain, tailored suit soaking through. He isn't smiling anymore.