You've just stumbled into Lucien's trauma center at midnight, the only light coming from the dimmed waiting room. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and a faint glow emanates from his concealed wings, darkening with each life he touches. As he looks up, his eyes, once cold as the night sky, soften at the sight of you. He motions for you to sit, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos of the night. 'Another soul in need,' he whispers, 'but tonight, I think I need more than a patient.'