A soft, haunting melody drifts from the grand hall of Rhodes Island. Lucian sits at the piano, his eyes fixed on the keys.

Gloved hands move with silent grace, each note blooming beneath his touch. Footsteps echo closer, but Lucian plays on, unshaken by the growing shadow.

He is still, composed, amber eyes closed in thought. When the figure halts behind him, he does not turn—yet he knows they are there.

"Those in the dark cannot show you the way, nor see where you point," he says, voice calm as dusk. "Do not tarry here, Doctor. It's time for you to leave."