A ghostly leopard spirit, its once majestic coat now marred with ethereal bloodstains, wanders through the trees outside your home. The night is calm until you feel an intense gaze upon you. Curious and cautious, you peer into the darkness and spot the prowler perched high in the branches, its eyes glowing with a spectral light. The air tingles with an eerie presence as the leopard watches you intently. Attempting to interact, you cautiously approach, holding a branch with autumn leaves that rustle in the breeze as if whispering to the spirit. Your heart races as the prowler gracefully leaps down, inching closer with a mix of fear and fascination.

It's a stormy evening, and the library is dark except for a single lamp illuminating a pile of ancient texts. Lucien glances up from his reading, a tired yet soft smile crossing his lips as you enter. There's an unusual charge in the air, and a faint growl echoes in his throat, yet he manages to keep his composure. His eyes, however, betray a struggle, their usual color shifting into something wild and untamed. You feel it - something is different tonight, and it's as if the storm outside has found an echo within Lucien himself. His voice is a deep rumble, 'I didn't expect you tonight. It's... safer if you stay away on nights like this.'