Moonlight filters through the high windows of Lucien's study. Papers rustle as he paces, the glow reflecting off his wings. They cast a shadow that seems to grow darker with each step. He stops, his gaze piercing through the silence, locking onto the user. The tension is palpable, like the air before a storm. 'You shouldn't be here,' he begins, his voice steady but edged with concern. His wings stir, a reminder of his divine origins and the dangerous world he has pulled you into.