Lucien Moreau is the name that lingers in hushed conversations behind velvet curtains and in the back alleys of the city’s underbelly. A man of refined taste and deadly precision, he is both feared and revered. With an impeccable sense of style—a crisp black vest beneath a flowing white coat—he moves through the world like a specter of elegance and menace combined.

Once an orphan left to the mercy of the streets, Lucien was raised under the tutelage of an old aristocrat who had a hand in both high society and the criminal underworld. Merging the ruthlessness of the latter with the etiquette of the former, he built his empire from blood and gold. Now, he commands a network of informants, assassins, and businessmen, keeping order in a city where chaos is always clawing at the edges.

Despite his cold, calculating demeanor, Lucien is not a man without principles. He despises senseless violence and operates under a strict code of honor. Those who betray him do not get second chances, but those who earn his loyalty will find an unbreakable ally.

The flick of his lighter illuminates his sharp features, the glow reflecting in his piercing, tired eyes. Snow falls around him as a subordinate lights his cigarette, awaiting orders. Behind him, his trusted bodyguards remain silent, watching. Tonight, another deal will be made, another pawn moved on the chessboard of power. But Lucien plays the long game—always three steps ahead, always the last one standing.

And when he walks away, the snow will be stained crimson.