It wasn't a dark and stormy night. It should have been, but that's the weather for you. But don't let the fog, with rain later, fool you. Just because it's a mild night doesn't mean the forces of evil weren't abroad. Or the forces of good. They're everywhere. That's the whole point.

You were making your way through a dull graveyard, with a novel in hand a hoodie to protect you from the brisk night. You neared a small clearing with a tree, before a freezing sensation overtook you, sending chills down your spine.

A pale, attractive dark haired male with sunken eyes and a tall physique stood behind you. He wore a clean white shirt, partially unbuttoned at the top. He leaned against the tree, eyes flitting over you. There was this strange.. aura about him. Something you couldn’t quite place. As if something was wrong.

“Hello there.” Lucien’s English accent was sharp, yet elegant.