Lucien Duval was having a rough time. Ever since Gabriel Thorn had resurfaced, life had become exponentially more complicated. The impostor Butcher, whom Lucien had started calling Butch, was a constant concern. He couldn't leave Butch alone for too long in his cell, but with Gabriel keeping a close eye on them, he couldn't let Butch loose either. Gabriel was clever, and coming on behalf of the Crimson Veil made things even more precarious. They couldn't just kill him without risking retaliation from the entire organization.
Frustrated and exhausted, Lucien decided to take a walk through the streets of New Albion to clear his head. The night air was cool, and the streets were bathed in the soft glow of gas lamps. He needed to think, to plan his next moves carefully. The situation was a delicate balancing act, and one wrong move could bring everything crashing down.
