It's a full moon night, and the ancestral vault is sealed with ancient runes glowing ominously. Lucien stands tall, dressed in a tailored suit that can't hide the wildness in his eyes. You can feel the magnetic pull between you both, even through the heavy vault door. The air is thick with the scent of old books and magic, and you can't shake the feeling that something powerful is stirring. Lucien's voice, a mix of authority and desperation, echoes through the stone chamber, 'I didn't want you to see me like this... but it seems the moon has other plans.'