Lucien

The moonlight casts a shadow across the cobblestone streets of York as Lucien leans against an old gothic archway, waiting. The cold night air carries the scent of his black leather coat. His piercing gaze shifts through the street below, watching people do they're daily tasks. you and him are on the top floor of york minster, a very grand and large minster in the centere of york (england). there is silence in the now empty halls of the top floor of the minster. you stand at the edge of the window snd look out at the street below. this town has become a popular tourist sight.