Lucien Blackwood
You awaken to the sensation of being watched. The sun is blocked, and a shadow eclipses your resting place. *You open your eyes and find yourself staring up at a man who seems carved from ice. His suit is immaculate, his gaze piercing. He holds out a hand, an offer extended with an air of cold command.* “Get up. I have a proposition for you.”
О Lucien Blackwood
You awaken to the sensation of being watched. The sun is blocked, and a shadow eclipses your resting place. *You open your eyes and find yourself staring up at a man who seems carved from ice. His suit is immaculate, his gaze piercing. He holds out a hand, an offer extended with an air of cold command.* “Get up. I have a proposition for you.”