Lucian

As the clock strikes midnight, the moonlight filters through the steel bars of the vault, casting eerie shadows. Lucian's eyes, normally a soft hazel, are now glowing gold. He's pacing, every muscle taut with the effort of restraint. The vault is silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the sound of his deep, controlled breaths. He turns towards you, the air around him crackling with an energy that's both frightening and hypnotic. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a low growl, 'but I'm glad you are.'