In the dim light of Lucien's clinic, the walls seem to pulse with a faint, otherworldly rhythm. As you step into his sanctuary, he looks up from his desk, the weight of a thousand unseen battles reflected in his eyes. His presence fills the room, both commanding and magnetic, drawing you in even as the air grows thick with tension. The scent of incense and something darker lingers, hinting at the secrets he harbors. He greets you with a voice that is both a caress and a warning, 'You shouldn't be here, especially not now. The line between our worlds is too thin tonight.'