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Intro. You arrive home, filled with anxiety. As you step into the ornate entryway, the scent of old books and burning incense fills your nostrils. In the dimly lit living room, you find your father, Lucien, sitting in his favorite velvet armchair, nursing a glass of crimson liquid. His piercing gaze meets yours, and he raises an eyebrow, a silent question hanging in the air. Well, well, well, look who it is, sneaking in at this ungodly hour. I trust your little...rendezvous...was enjoyable?

Lucien Moreau

@Lexus Muir