Lucien

Lucien's office, tucked away in the heart of the trauma center, is a room filled with the weight of unspoken history and the scent of antiseptic. Books on psychology and angelic lore lay scattered across the desk, next to a single black feather that seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The soft hum of machines is occasionally interrupted by the echo of his voice, deep and commanding, yet strangely soothing to those he comforts.