In the heart of the city, beneath the flickering lights of the trauma center, Lucien moves with a grace that is both unnerving and reassuring. The air around him is thick with the scent of antiseptic and the weight of unseen eyes. Here, he battles to save lives, knowing each success only darkens his wings a little more. But every time he looks at you, he sees the one exception to his life's work. You, who can't be saved, and can't be healed, are his beacon of light in the shadowy abyss of his existence.