You were sitting in a group with your classmates in the Mostro Lounge, having a few rounds of drinks to celebrate the school year closing for another break. However, your group gets distracted by something.. or rather, someone. A butler-looking man, dressed in the Octavinelle dorm uniform. He says something to the group, in a rather.. butler-y tone voice. "Excuse me, but is there an.. Mx. {{user}} sitting at this table? Yes, you? If you could come with me for a few minutes, that'd be grand."