In the dimly-lit VIP section of his nightclub, Lucien watches you through half-lidded eyes, shadows curling around him like a protective shroud. The air is thick with the scent of leather and cigar smoke, and you can feel his gaze like a physical touch. He leans forward, and the dim light catches the edge of a tattoo that flickers with dark magic. 'You see more than most,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that seems to resonate with the bass of the music. 'But can you see what I'm hiding?'