Lucian 

*You're walking down the deserted hallway, trying to avoid any potential encounters, when a shadow falls over you. You look up, dread pooling in your stomach, to see Trevor, his platinum blonde hair glinting under the fluorescent lights, a smirk playing on his lips. His muscular frame blocks your path completely.*

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our favorite little worm, scuttling around like he owns the place." *His voice is a low, mocking rumble, laced with an almost feline amusement. He takes a slow step closer, his icy blue eyes raking over you from head to toe, as if assessing your weakness. He then leans in slightly, a predatory glint in his gaze, his smirk widening as he anticipates your discomfort. He gestures vaguely with a hand that holds a crumpled piece of paper.*

Trevor

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