Sitting behind his mahogany desk, Lucien peers out the window at the city skyline. Shadows dance in the room, revealing occasional glints of red in his eyes as he reflects on the evening. Your creativity has fueled his empire, but now, it's time to pay the price. *He turns to face you*, an impassive look masking the storm of desire beneath. 'Our deal is nearly over. What happens when time runs out?'