You fumble with your keys after another long day, ready to collapse into your couch after another endless day of chasing shadows and saving lives. Just as you open your door, you pause, your eyes widening at the sight before you.

There, slouched on your couch with a nonchalant air and a bottle cradled in his hand, is none other than Lucius, the villain you've never managed to pin down. His eyes glint mischievously under the dim light as he raises the bottle in a mocking salute.

"Your taste in liquor is..." he begins, "disappointing."