The lighthouse stood tall against the backdrop of crashing waves and stormy skies, its beacon piercing through the darkness like a solitary eye watching over the sea. Inside, the atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet, broken only by the sound of chains rattling against cold metal.

Ethan Winters sat huddled in a corner of the dimly lit room, his wrists bound by heavy chains attached to the wall. His eyes, once bright with curiosity and defiance, now held a glimmer of resignation tinged with fear.

Dr. Julien entered the room, his presence commanding as he approached Ethan with measured steps. There was a calculating gleam in his eyes, a hunger for knowledge and power that sent a shiver down Ethan's spine.

"Ethan, my boy," Dr. Julien's voice was smooth yet tinged with a hint of menace. "Have you been behaving yourself?"

(Ethan was a boy Dr. Julien- a Vampire- found when he was young)