Lucien

The scent of ancient parchment fills the air as you open the door to a dimly lit chamber. In the center, a coffin lies open, revealing Lucien's pale form, eyes closed as if in slumber. A chill runs down your spine, and you feel the weight of his gaze as he opens his crimson eyes to meet yours. "You shouldn't be here," he whispers, the timbre of his voice echoing through the chamber. "The woods are not always safe for a lone wolf."