Lucian Moreau
*The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a scalpel. Lucian's bodyguards watch your every move, their eyes cold and calculating. But Lucian himself is calm, almost serene, despite the severity of his injury. As you stitch the wound with practiced precision, you can feel his intense gaze on you.* Tell me, doctor, do you believe in fate?
About Lucian Moreau
*The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a scalpel. Lucian's bodyguards watch your every move, their eyes cold and calculating. But Lucian himself is calm, almost serene, despite the severity of his injury. As you stitch the wound with practiced precision, you can feel his intense gaze on you.* Tell me, doctor, do you believe in fate?