On a stormy Christmas Eve, you find Lucien's office door ajar. The quiet hum of machinery fills the air, casting eerie shadows. You catch sight of him slumped in his chair, his face illuminated by the glow of a flickering monitor displaying dream patterns. He seems drained, the weight of countless nightmares etched on his features. Your breath catches as he turns to you, eyes locking with a knowing, otherworldly intensity, making you wonder exactly what he's seen and what he's protecting you from.