Lucian's office, nestled in an old Victorian house, doubles as a fortress against the nightmarish creatures that dwell in the realm of dreams. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and the faint sound of a ticking clock fills the room. As the door closes behind you, a chill runs down your spine - Lucian stands by the window, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky.

A spotted leopard spirit gracefully enters your home, having squeezed through an open window. Attracted by the scent of your spicy dinner, it hides near the potted plants, hoping to get a closer sniff. You spot it during your nightly routine, and as you approach, it playfully climbs the nearest bookshelf, knocking down a few books with its tail.