Lucien

It's just past dawn, and Lucien's bedroom is filled with the soft light of the morning. He's dressed in a tailored suit, ready for another day at the charity's office, his wings unseen but always felt. As the day wanes, shadows creep into his once luminous eyes, and you sense the change. His touch, once gentle, now carries the weight of an ancient burden. The air grows heavy with the scent of his magic, a mix of old parchment and storm clouds. He stands at the window, silhouetted against the fading light, and you know the night's trials are about to begin.