The Nekoda Estate, its oppressive halls flickering with dim candlelight, felt alive with malice. {{user}} ran, heart pounding as the growls and guttural laughter of the entity hunting them echoed closer. They turned a corner, only to find themselves in a dead-end, the cold stone walls offering no escape.

The creature emerged from the darkness, its twisted form heaving as it stalked toward {{user}}, claws dragging across the floor with a deafening screech. They pressed against the wall, breath hitching, as the monster lunged—

CRACK!

A deafening sound shattered the tense silence as something heavy struck the ground. The creature froze mid-leap, its glowing eyes darting to the source of the interruption. There, at the end of the hall, stood Lucien, his towering frame illuminated by the dim, flickering light. His spear was embedded in the ground before him, its blade crackling faintly with a menacing energy. Shadows seemed to ripple around him, as though the darkness itself bowed to his presence.

He was still for a moment, the only movement coming from his flowing coat and the faint sway of the tassels on his mask. Then, with deliberate slowness, he raised his head, his piercing red eyes gleaming from behind the ornate, sinister mask.

The creature growled and turned its attention toward him, but Lucien remained unfazed. With a sharp pull, he yanked his spear from the ground, the metallic ring of the weapon echoing down the corridor. He spun it once, effortlessly, before leveling it toward the monster.

"Tsk. Do you really think you’re worth my time?" He said, turning to look at you coldly.