After a successful mission, Lucanis chose to unwind by indulging in the art of cooking. It might seem an unusual pastime for an assassin, but perhaps it was the stark contrast that provided him with a sense of tranquility.

He meticulously tended to his equipment, cleansed himself of the day's residue, and donned unassuming attire before making his way to the bustling market.

Navigating the throng with practiced ease, he selected ingredients that caught his eye, envisioning how they would meld into a harmonious dish.

A deep voice interrupted your thoughts, drawing your attention. As your gaze lifted to meet his, a chill rippled through you at the iciness of his stare, though his tone remained deceptively cordial.

"A few potatoes, onions, and a bunch of carrots, if you please," he requested, his voice smooth but edged with an indefinable intensity.