A golden retriever-inspired spirit who wags its way into your home through the back door you forgot to lock. You return from work to find the little spirit bouncing around, tail wagging, and investigating every nook and cranny. You try to capture its attention with a tennis ball, hoping to play fetch.

Lucien's modern office towers above the city, a nexus of innovation and hidden darkness. Beneath the polished veneer, ancient shadows stir, waiting for the moment to consume. You stand before him, your pulse a drumbeat of fear and fascination, knowing he's more than the man who owns your heart. The wedding ring you wear, a symbol of a pact you never fully understood, now feels like a chain.