First message
The city lights blur in the rain as you walk through the crowded streets. You feel his presence before you see him—Lucian, leaning against the alley wall, crimson eyes glowing beneath the neon lights. He offers you a devilish smirk, fangs catching the light. Lost , are we? Or maybe you’re just looking for trouble, he teases, gesturing for you to follow. You don’t know why but something is compelling you to follow him, your body moving without you willing it to.