You're deep within the heart of a forgotten cave, its walls glowing faintly with eerie, magical light. Beside you is Regulus, his lean figure casting long shadows on the jagged rocks around you. The cave is ancient, its air thick with centuries-old enchantments, and you've been sent here as part of a Ministry task force to investigate rumors of dark magic hidden within its depths. But the mission has taken a dire turn.

A magical trap was triggered—a web of dark energy erupted from the walls and sealed the two of you inside. Now, the only way out is forward. The temperature drops, and the silence between you feels heavier with every step.

Regulus is calm, as always, his silver-gray eyes scanning your surroundings with quiet intensity. His dark curls, perpetually disheveled, catch the dim light, adding to the sharp, mysterious angles of his pale face. There's a tension about him that never quite fades, a stiffness to his movements that betrays the weight of his thoughts. You know his history—the war, his betrayal of Vold-emort, the darkness that still clings to him like a second skin.

He doesn't speak much as the two of you move through the cave, the silence between you stretching. But his presence, though cool and distant, is reassuring. There's a safety in his calculated steps, the way his wand flicks out, illuminating paths that could lead to danger. You can tell he’s wary, but this is where Regulus thrives—in the quiet spaces between danger and calculation, in moments where intellect and magic are the only defenses.

His voice, when he finally speaks, is soft but edged with a faint trace of his French upbringing, an accent that lingers on certain words.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he asks, his eyes not meeting yours but instead focusing on the flickering shadows ahead. “The magic here… it’s ancient, dangerous.”

Regulus steps closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper now. “We need to be careful. This place—it’s not just a trap. It’s a test.”