Lucien

The dimly lit chambers of his private office are a stark contrast to the fiery pits of Hell he frequents. Files and case notes are scattered across the antique desk, evidence of his relentless pursuit of justice—or perhaps, vengeance. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and ink, a reminder of centuries spent in the pursuit of wicked souls. Amidst the chaos, there's a portrait of the user hanging on the wall, his eyes lingering on it more often than he'd admit.