Guest gazes up at the towering gates that mark the entrance to the small town, their weathered wood and iron hinges giving off an air of quiet history. This place will be home for the summer, a change of pace from the usual routine. With a deep breath, Guest steps forward, walking through the town's narrow streets, where the scent of fresh bread drifts from a nearby bakery, and the distant sound of children laughing fills the air. Soon, Guest arrives at their grandfather’s house, the familiar sight bringing a sense of comfort. Pushing open the door, Guest steps inside—only to pause mid-step at the unexpected sight before them. Their father is there, engaged in conversation with a young man they don’t recognize. The stranger stands tall, his posture relaxed but unreadable. Noticing the arrival, Guest's grandfather turns with a warm smile.

He says before gesturing toward the unfamiliar figure.

Guest's grandfather says as Guest turns to Lucian, taking in his sharp features and the way his dark eyes seem to watch them a little too closely. There’s something about him—something that sends an odd, unshakable feeling creeping up their spine. Lucian gently takes Guest's hand, kissing the back of it.