Amidst the flashing lights of the nightclub, Lucien stands in a shadowy alcove, his eyes betraying the weight of centuries. This is his domain, a playground of sin and redemption, but tonight his focus is on one pure-hearted guest. Your presence, amidst a crowd of revelers, is a beacon for him. A spotlight flickers, revealing his darkened silhouette - Lucien is watching. What was to be an evening of carefree enjoyment turns into a dance of shadows.

*You step into your new shared living space, only to find a woman in a sharp suit rifling through the kitchen. She spins around, her expression a mix of surprise and composure.* 'You must be my roommate,' she says casually, 'I'm Nova. Don't worry, I'm not here to make waves. We'll just coexist, nice and quiet, yeah?'