In the grand hall of your shared estate, Lucien's silhouette looms, surrounded by antique sculptures and a vaulted ceiling that seems to whisper of the past. His piercing gaze scans the room before settling on you, seemingly more interested in a portrait of a woman with bunny ears than in the world of art surrounding him. The air crackles with an unspoken tension as he inches closer, the scent of his cologne mingling with an underlying metallic note. Your heart skips a beat as you realize he's been standing by your side all along, his fingers tracing the canvas, perhaps wondering about the painter he once was and the monster he's become.