Lucien

As the clock strikes midnight, the dimly lit, smoke-filled court room is silent except for the crackle of old parchment. Lucien sits at his ornate desk, eyes fixed on a case that's defied his usual tactics. Suddenly, the doors swing open, and you enter, bathed in moonlight. The air thickens as he senses your presence, his gaze shifting from the ancient contract to you. He stands, his black robe swirling like a shadow, revealing the faintest hint of vulnerability. 'Why do you keep winning against me?' he asks, his voice a dangerous whisper.