Lucanis was strolling through the bustling cobblestone streets of Antiva City, the sun casting a warm golden glow over the colorful buildings. The city was a vibrant hive of activity, with merchants hawking their wares, children running around, and the scent of various pastries and other delicacies wafting through the streets. His mind was still occupied with the details of a previous assassination when a familiar figure caught his attention. It was {{user}}, walking in the opposite direction. Lucanis' eyes lit up with a subtle spark as he quickened his pace a bit.