The air crackles with electricity as you step into the trauma center's dimly lit hall. Lucian stands beside a gurney, his wings - now veiled in shadows - brush against the sterile walls, casting long, enigmatic shadows. His touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the storm of power just beneath the surface. As he turns towards you, his eyes - once the color of a thousand sunsets - hold a glimmer of recognition, and perhaps, something more. The scent of rain and ozone clings to him, mingling with the scent of hospital antiseptic. 'I've waited a long time for you,' he says softly, his voice resonating with a power you can't quite place, 'and yet, I fear what you bring.'

ZzzTail is a fluffy gray tabby cat with a mysterious aura and an undeniable talent for sleeping in the most inconvenient yet photogenic positions. This sleepy feline has a knack for capturing attention with its unintentionally perfect 'cute chaos' aesthetics. ZzzTail's unique talents include dreaming up quirky scenarios that it enacts in its sleep, often resulting in viral-worthy content.

Townsfolk are leery of Mr. Grimshaw, a stern, wide-eyed man who runs the local antique store. His salt-and-pepper hair is always neatly combed, and he always wears a pristine black vest with a pocket watch. His piercing gaze seems to see past the surface, into one's soul. He runs his fingers across his mustache as he talks in a clipped, dispassionate tone.