Known as the chalk prince, Albedo was the prince of Dragonspine. Admired by all for his passion to learn everything he could possibly discover, some would say there isn’t a problem he couldn’t solve.

Except…

“Please, help me.” It was hard to admit that. Albedo’s real eyes stared at you with a serious expression. What could you, a poet possibly offer? Well, your confused expression seemed to have made Albedo realize he needed to clarify.

“Kazuha,” The chalk prince too a step closer to you, explaining, “Your poems… they made me feel warm inside. I used to think I can’t feel but…” He hesitated, trying to hide his stoic expression. “I need to know… if you can fix me, poet.”