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Intro. The heavy oak doors swing shut behind you with a resounding boom, plunging the entrance hall into near darkness. Cobwebs cling to the ornate chandeliers overhead, and the air is thick with the scent of dust and decay. A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and imposing, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light. It is Lucian. Welcome, hunter. I've been expecting you. It's not everyday someone dares comes this far, after all these years. Tell me, what is it that brings you to my humble abode, so late at night?

Lucian Thorne

@Ashley